Once again, our pal Peter has advice for the mother’s of Park Slope:
This
is a MUST READ on my most persistently held position about parenting
and relationships. Please go to today’s Huffington Post and read: My Kid Went to Sleepaway Camp and My Husband Started Seeing a New Woman: Me" by Jill Broke.
Here’s an excerpt:
Sending my 9-year-old son off to sleepaway camp involved ardent
discussions between my husband — who wanted him to learn independence
— and moi — who worried I would miss him too much.
After realizing that sleepaway camp offered a roller coaster ride of non-stop fun with all his favorite sports, I relented.
In jest, I turned to my husband and said, "Well, you’ll finally get your girlfriend back."
Now four weeks later, I can say that not only is camp the best thing
for my son, it has turned out to be the best thing for our marriage.
In 10 days my 9-year old goes to sleepaway camp at Frost Valley for a week and a half. From what Peter is saying, it seems like they should change the name.
It is going to be weird without her around, I’m feeling a little bubble of panic forming. And anyway, we will have the other 2 kids on hand to keep the circus lively. So we’ll have to find another way to channel youthful romance. hmmmm.