As a child, I was captivated by Hayley Mills’ portrayal in The Parent Trap—a film I believe is far superior to the Lindsay Lohan remake, but I might be a tad biased. The notion of having a twin sister—preferably one with a sprawling ranch in California—was enchanting, and the idea of spending the summer at camp was equally thrilling yet daunting. However, my own experiences were limited to a disastrous week at a Girl Scout horseback riding camp in the sweltering Florida heat, which culminated in an ant invasion inside our cabin. So, when my children reached elementary school age, I was determined to send them to camp for a week or two, ideally somewhere filled with mountains, waterfalls, and campfire songs—minus any surprise twin siblings.
When my oldest expressed a strong desire to attend camp, I found myself packing shower shoes and labeling countless socks with a Sharpie before I could second-guess my decision. Off he went, leaving me with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
This summer marks the fifth year my boys will attend camp in the stunning mountains of western North Carolina, and I know they’ll have an incredible time. However, I am all too familiar with the impending onslaught of what I like to call Parents’ Refresh Button Syndrome, subtype Sleepaway Summer Camp.
Understanding Refresh Button Syndrome
If you’ve sent your child to sleepaway camp, you know what I mean by Refresh Button Syndrome. Sure, we play it cool when we drop our kids off at their cabins, feigning bravery while secretly dreaming of solo Target runs and evenings out without any babysitters. The world is our child-free oyster for a week or two. But what do we actually do with all that newfound freedom?
We end up glued to our laptops and phones, anxiously refreshing the camp’s photo updates, desperately hoping for a glimpse of our precious kids. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
When those new photos finally load, panic sets in if our children are nowhere to be found. Is that a small part of his sleeve in the corner of yet another group shot? I’m convinced that’s the tie-dye shirt I bought from the last Lands’ End sale, perfect for camp! But wait, no—it’s a different kid wearing the same shirt. Where on earth is my child?
I won’t deny that I’ve sent the camp an email, pleading for confirmation that my child is still there after two days of photo silence. My finger is sore from constant refreshing. I conjure up images of him careening off a cliff during a hike or wandering off during campfire stories. Where is he?
Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
But he is there—joyfully engaged in Predator/Prey and Capture the Flag, mastering juggling and fire-starting, and picking fresh veggies from the camp’s garden for dinner. He’s under the waterfall shouting, “Polar Bear, Polar Bear!” to join the Polar Bear Club. In short, he’s having the time of his life, completely oblivious to my anxious wait for a glimpse of his happy face. Did I neglect to inform him that this whole experience was about me?
Preparing for Camp
In the coming weeks, I will be diligently preparing for camp, packing duffels for my three boys, labeling their belongings, and deciding which clothes I’m willing to sacrifice to the inevitable mud and grime. I’ll ensure they have their required physicals and drive them up that bumpy dirt road to the camp’s lush fields and rustic cabins. I’ll kiss their heads, remind them about sunscreen, and plead with them to wear deodorant for everyone’s sake. I’ll reassure myself that they are in good hands.
And yes, I’ll offer them bribes of untold treasures if they can just manage to pop in front of the camp photographer’s lens at least once a day. Just once. My finger is already twitching, ready to refresh at any moment.
And for the record, I still harbor a desire to experience summer camp—Hayley Mills style.
Additional Resources
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Conclusion
In summary, sending kids off to sleepaway camp can be a bittersweet experience filled with excitement and anxiety for parents. The anticipation of photo updates can lead to a cycle of anxious refreshing as parents seek reassurance of their children’s well-being. However, it’s also a time for kids to thrive independently and create unforgettable memories.