Some long-time readers may remember last year's camp debacle in which Gremlin was moved from the camp group containing about 20 of his closest friends and classmates to a group of strangers, due to a clerical error. This resulted in tears (for both Gremlin and Manic Mommy) and an abrupt end to a week of pre-paid day camp for Grem.
So. Today was the day! We arrive at the Boys and Girls Club. Gremlin nearly needs to be physically removed from the vehicle, but is eventually coerced to exit of his own accord. With Gremlin clutching my hand but still moving under his own power, we arrive at the basketball court meeting area where the kids are divided into groups by age. HRH joins his group with barely a goodbye. As promised, Grem is with Jack and Sophia!
I introduce Gremlin and myself to the
As the milling becomes more focused, Gremlin realizes I'll be departing soon. I seize upon a happy, playing Jack (a seasoned camper, our next door neighbor, and Gremlin's closest buddy) and ask him how much fun he has at camp. Response? "I hate camp! Camp is stupid! Annabelle's friend hit me!" Totally awesome. I block Gremlin's ears as Jack's mom quickly pulls him away.
My knight in shining armor arrives in the form of a 13-ish year old junior counselor who came along asking to be Gremlin's buddy, asked to sit next to him in circle, and knows everything about Star Wars.
Gremlin's two armed death grip around my thigh loosens. I repeat that I love him and I'll be back. That I wouldn't sign him up if I didn't think he'd have fun. That all I want is for him to try. And that if he does try...I'll buy him the Lego X-Wing Fighter...and...I...left...
** Full Disclosure; after I (physically) separated from Gremlin, I spoke to one adult counselor then found the director of the program to go into Gremlin's situation in exquisite detail, going so far as to describe his and his big brother's bathing suits for easy identification. Then I hid behind a door and watched for a while. I gotta be me.