summer time equals summer camp
Actually, we’d never tried summer camp before. But when a particular brochure came I didn’t immediately toss it in the trash. In fact, I stuck it in the drawer and pulled it out every few weeks, like some photo of an old boyfriend that just needs to be dealt with. Yep, I knew then, we had to make an exception for this one.
But not just any soccer camp.
British Soccer Camp!
It’s a rite of passage. For Momma and the Babies.
Absolutely necessary and yet sometimes a very painful process.
I remember the many tears the first few days of that first summer of lessons – - trying to coax them back the second, and third, and fourth day.
I remember slathering them with sunscreen and promising them the world–or at least a doughnut or two–if they would get in the water again.