Camping: a Right of Passage in Mamadom Too

I'm going to take Mer camping.
Like my father took me, time and time again.

I'm going to do this without a husband or wife, without a father or uncle, without a best friend to laugh with...I'm taking Mer camping with a bunch of mostly dad's, who may or may not, particularly like me...and their opinion of me is none of my business.

I am prepared to be miserable, with the option I may have fun.

A massive cold front moved through last night, dropping the 90 degree heat, to a comfortable daytime high hopefully near 75. You all know what tonight will be like, correct? Cold.

Mama doesn't do cold.
Neither for that matter does Mer. Mer dances, plays tag, picks flowers, and enjoys his time with mama regardless of what gigantic misadventure I get us into...we are bound.

The question I've been asking myself is this:
Do I, once the reality sets into my child's mind we aren't sleeping in our beds sets in, force the issue - making sure he lasts the night in all it's potential misery/joy...or do I load him up and come home?

It's one of many instances along a path of liberation he/we will walk.
I can stop whining about fairness now, and rise to the occasion of raising a boy to man. Whatever it takes.

Comments

[Jonathan]

We are busily preparing our kids to go camping at the moment - they slept in their sleeping bags last night, and have been playing in a tent in the garden.

Hopefully it will all seem natural when we get to the campsite.

[Stef]

It will be an adventure for sure! Have fun, stay warm, and sing silly campfire songs (unless we're under a burn ban, now... *sigh*)