Another summer of Mom Camp is over. It’s bitter sweet. I love Mom Camp almost as much as the kids do. But, it’s a lot of work. In some ways, I feel as if I am finally getting my own life back.
But, there is always the lingering sensation that another year of childhood is slipping out of my hands. Another summer of late night family movies, silly stories and exploration and discovery must yield to classical educational instruction.
In the end, as much as I’d like to pretend Mom Camp is all about the kids–it’s not. A big part of Mom Camp is about the Mom–who wants to squeeze in as many laughs, tears and tickles out of Cinco and The Princess as i can before summer break gives way to adulthood’s jobs and responsibility.
The Booky Mom 