Summer Camp! Swings and Things!

Both my children's favorite camp is the YMCA Adventure Guides Summer Camp at Lake Casitas, CA and its Water Park. Funnily enough, you can't swim in the Lake... so it makes sense that someone built a water park. Seems a bum deal to drive all day to fish... and you can't put a toe in the water. You can't swim because it's a source of drinking water for the area however, has anyone SEEN this lake lately? Natural and unnatural gross stuff abound. No one should drink out of this water anyway.

Starfall (formerly Sparkly Dolphin) said that "Yesterday my shoe got stuck in goo, mucky mud so we found another shoe that was pink in my size but I left both of the sticky shoe mud and so I saw a ship curtain that goes on a boat. I was going to use it. Too bad I left. And I saw the geese and the ducks near Lake Casitas. And my Dad forgot the boat because it was broken. So we didn't go on the lake but we could swim a little bit and I could find seashells but I found clamshells when I took the hike. I liked it very much. And there's this place called Water Park and there's this river called the Lazy River. It's like a River and it has a waterfall coming down and these strips going like crossed and it shoots up and there's these water guns which you fill up and squirt. And there's this playground that filled with water shooting out."

My son, Albatross (formerly Little Puffin) "There was a creek and we hiked up all the way to the end of it. My sister's shoe got stuck so we had to leave it there. And there was also a duck teaching a baby duck how to swim and dry off. At the Water Park I got a Big Squirt, the "official souvenier" and it's really cool. And I asked the lifeguard why is the Adventure Park (the playground in the center) colder than the Lazy River and he said because the Lazy River circulates and the sun warms it, and on the playground it gets the water straight from the ground". I have another theory as to why Lazy River is warmer. It's just a scary thought at the back of my mind. I just use goggles and hope for the best.

My best memory is my daughter, Starfall, packed this bright blue length of rope and brought a wooden board. I had no idea. Honest. Until we got there on Friday night, super late. My son (surprise!) was helping me to unpack when I couldn't find my daughter. I wasn't worried. I assumed (correctly) she was nearby "doing something". "Where are you?" I called into the dimly lit playground. She was there, fussing with a tree. Well, in ten minutes she had that rope slung over a branch and was trying to attach her board to it. A swing. Clever. But not quite. The board had no holes or anything. She didn't get frustrated. She just changed her plan and proceeded to swing, one-footed, from her rope. The following day, after my husband arrived for a day visit, I mentioned her failed project to him. He used a camping knife to whittle a hole into the board and the campfire to melt the ends of the rope... and voila! He hoisted a swing over a small gully next to the campsite. How exciting! He didn't get to see her proudly show it off the next day, sharing her "swing my daddy made" with neighboring six and seven year old campers. It's a nice memory.

Bag Lady

We're still hoping (well, I am) to increase our tribe's size. Intimacy is fine with me. Honestly. My first tribe dwindled down to a proud two moms (Yatahey, Sheltering Aerie!) and it was perfect for nearly a year. However, my current tribe is experiencing life in a storm, so meeting each other or doing things together is challenged. It's a little quiet to clap with one hand.

I'm holding an Open House this Saturday and encouraged my tribe members to "bring a friend". I think I'll offer a prize for the person who brings the most. Maybe I should go out and buy a Gucci bag. I like crocodile print.

Spending Time is Earning Time

I've spent more time with my daughter because of the Adventure Guides program. I think the hardest thing for me was to carry over that importance into "real" life. It's easy to spend time together on a planned camping trip with other sympathetic adults and screaming children, but the breakthough in parenting came for me in initiating that same spirit of togetherness at home.

I'll be honest: once you've camped in dirt, flown kites, made crafts and been up all night with rocks in your back, you are so done with the togetherness. Seriously. When you get home, you want to them to get out and play... with their friends. You want some type of santuary from managing some emotional six year old charge of power or a nine year's sense of dignity. But dang it, I've got to be mature and a big kid: I've got to own up to my responsibility to continue that feeling of closeness, even at home. Shoot.

So I've come up with a solution. And it's not been too bad, actually. There are more factors involved in this story of homework, bedtime routines and dinner hour than I care to go into, but if you're a parent, it's related to homework and "Get 'er done". My solution (for togetherness AND "Get 'er done") is we play a board game or similar after homework is finished.

What a family saver!

At first, I gritted my teeth because I had SO many things to do... dinner, laundry... where is the white pair of shoes... and who took my scissors? BUT... hey, it's been only about 15 minutes on average, my Sparkly Dolphin squeals when she wins and it's a funny sound... and STRANGELY she's been better behaved with me. Well, it's not like black to white or devil to angel... but there's been some definitely upswings in that department. I strongly believe it's a correlation of spending extra, personal mommy-and-me-one-on-one time. That's a rarity. Sure. I'm involved in an organization that promotes parent togetherness. But I'm referring to JUST me and her. Alone. Staring across a Connect Four board. Seething over matching cards. Cackling over Barbie dolls and their clothes (even she gets tired of board games). It's been great. And best of all? Homework is done faster.

This is all rooted in the Adventure Guides' spirit of the program. It deserves plenty of praise!

I recommend this to all parents. What time you spend now with your child, you earn peace of mind later.

Keeping the Faith

Sharing time with my daughter in this program has been a heavy... gift.

She's spontaneous, bright, a free-spirit, independent.
She also fights the rules, is sneaky, unfocused and stubborn beyond belief.

However, by spending time with her in a circle of little girls of similar ages I can cross compare and honestly... appreciate her good qualities and see her other qualities as typical of the age, and not simply because she wants to be hurt my feelings, my pride or break my rules.

By 'forcing' myself to spend a good amount of one on one time and giving her undivided attention (I'm trying to maintain the original intention of the program and keep the meetings daughter-mom driven, and not playdate driven), her behavior has improved and her cooperation has increased.

Her turnaround has enlightened me about this fact of children: they listen to those who appreciate them for who they are. I'm not saying she's an angel (she's a Rain Angel) but I am saying that occasionally those little cries of protest or digging in of the heels... it's someone saying, hey listen to me, pay attention to me, and show me you care about me and who I am. When she doesn't have to fight for my love or attention, most of the battle goes out of her.

She then concentrates on her preferred battles of lobbying paper balls at her brother or racing with him down the street. Or brushing her teeth and hair.

Hang in there, when you have a stubborn one like mine. You just gotta hang in there and believe that inside her or him: there's a tiny baby who needs kisses and love. Forever.

Sparkle Dreams Induction Camp, Part 2

A couple of years ago the Dancing Sunshine, my hubby's former father-daughter group, had come up with a plan for a costume contest at Induction Camp. I at first thought it would be too much. I mean, camping, sleeping bags, bugs and now, costumes?? But it turned out very nice, and apparently, is now a tradition at our October Induction Camp. Shooting Star Rose has a very sensible head on her shoulders. I explained to her that if she took her NEW costume to camp, it might be ruined before "real Hallowe'en". She saw the wisdom in this and brought her old Tinkerbell costume, complete with gold shoes. Blue Butterfly arrived with her daughter's Princess Jasmine costume, which was a little loose, Blue Butterfly complained. When the drums sounded for the event's start, the moms hurriedly dressed their daughters, who were excited to have an excuse to be "beautiful". Tinkerbell's skirt turned out to be over-stretched. It hung way below Shooting Star Rose's panty line. With her tears bubbling at the brim, Shooting Star Rose stood very still as Rainbow Sparkle tried various versions of string, hair clips and finally, duct tape, to secure her skirt to modest levels. When Shooting Star Rose tore off toward the costume parade arena, I noted that in fixing her skirt, I had gathered her skirt up extremely high. Where the tops of her panties were securely hidden, the bottoms were exposed at every wind gust. Troubled, I turned to Blue Butterfly for comfort. Blue Butterfly was equally transfixed at the sight of her daughter's Princess top, which threatened to slip open at any given second. Our girls were giggly and wiggly and found a place in the growling circle of costumed children, dotted with over-zealous adults in wigs and make up. We commiserated a bit on our daughters' potential fashion fall outs. They paraded around and around in cheerful style. I was glad when it was over.

Later that evening, we participated in the annual ritual of naming, or official beginning of our Adventure Guides life. We announce to the waiting crowd our Guide names and are welcomed into the bosom of the Guides with a toss of ceremonial corn into the bonfire. It was the moment I had been dreading since my christening by my daughter as Rainbow Spongebob Banana Head. I've been relieved somewhat when she abbreviated my name to Rainbow Sparkle. We stepped onto the stage and were invited to announce our names. I smiled and said, "Rainbow Sparkle," (Goodbye, Rainbow Spongebob! I thought). Our Federation Captain, Running Spring, looked expectantly at Shooting Star Rose. Encouraged by my smile, my daughter stepped forward and took a deep breath:

"Sparkly Dolphin"

Sparkly Dolphin?

What happened to Shooting Star Rose, I asked her later.

She replied, "Oh that's my tribe name." Always eager for a reason, I pressed her to explain the switch. "Oh, Sparkly Dolphin? That's my stage name." Well, now I had my reason.

Weeks later, I commented to her, "Shooting Star Rose…" she corrected me and said, no, Sparkly Dolphin. Or just Sparkle Dolphin. Or just Dolphin. Because she likes Dolphins. She reads about them.

What about Shooting Star Rose? "Oh, that's my old name."

I've since let it go.