The right thing to do is often not the easiest thing to do.
Last weekend, the kids and I drove to see friends from our time in NY, as they are getting ready to move to another country. Driving 10-11 hours each way with 4 young children sounds crazy when you’re thinking about it. I knew going was the right thing to do and would be fun and something I would never regret. You would think that knowing all this, it would be easy to do. But a few days before, although my heart was fully convinced, my brain was having a hard time wrapping itself around the idea. If John could go, it was a no-brainer. But when I knew for sure that he couldn’t, I had all kinds of doubts.
I started to think about some things I wanted to get done and how I was going to do them this weekend (cue laughter). Even if I was home, I would not have done projects this weekend. Let’s be realistic.
I talked to a friend, the one who no matter what the idea, always says yes. If you don’t have a yes-friend, you definitely need one! She told me it was a fabulous idea and I would never regret it. I felt more confident.
It felt nutty as I was packing the car and driving off. Once we were cruising south on the interstate though, it was fine and normal. Trips like this, the car ride seems so long while I’m doing it, but later on, I never remember that part.
We arrived late at night on Friday at a YMCA camp we’d never been to, meeting our friends, and staying in a cabin with them. It was a volunteer weekend at camp, so there were others around, activities for kids, and work for us to do. The kids loved the camp experience. Hannah and BenBen had their young years at camps, but they don’t remember it. This was perfect.
On Saturday, another friend from NY drove to the camp to see us and hang out for the afternoon. The kids all played together and we were able to catch up in person. We have such wonderful friends! And Sunday we drove home.
The minute I arrived at camp, I felt absolutely certain that coming was the right thing to do. I would never take it back. We all had a fabulous time, and although the car rides were tricky, the kids were just fine. If I asked them if they wanted to do it again, they would say yes in a heartbeat.
The added bonus of a road trip is that all the new ideas that flow. Now I know for sure we need to find a family camp to attend or a camp we can volunteer at as a family. I have ideas for mini-trips for next year. I have ideas of things to do with the kids at home. Win-win.
Have you ever been to family camp with your kids? Anything crazy you did lately that you knew was worth it?