Dad Camp is Dead, Long Live Dad Camp
I had good intentions starting Dad Camp. I wanted it to be a week different than a normal week, one with more fun and more focus. But my daughter didn't want to go to Dad Camp. She wanted a normal week.
Is it a camp if you have no campers?
I wanted to go to the Bronx Zoo, but she didn't. Should I force her to go to the Zoo? Won't the Aquarium suffice? And if the Aquarium is too long a bike ride and she wants to go hang at the park, isn't that okay? What's it to me? Do what's planned or what she wants?
It's a familiar parenting dilemma: what do you insist on and what do you stay flexible about? Do you let the kid play video games, become a recluse, become a hacker, online chat with cretins, become a hacktivist, then run a zombie-bot criminal network? Do you insist they take swim lessons, dance lessons, violin, Latin, debate club, MIT, NSA, then run a zombie-bot criminal network? Why does everything lead to a zombie-bot criminal network?
In the end, we had two days of play-dates and bike riding at the playground. It was what she wanted. It was a little boring to me; not exactly the "Make a Movie Day" or the "Scavenger Hunt" I sort of almost planned. But she had fun.
At the beginning of Dad Camp my daughter insisted that Dad Camp was FOR Dads. It turned out she was right. It reminded me that being flexible is the most important rule; that being there for her was better than doing the plan. Dad Camp is Dead, Long Live Dad Camp.