CJ ready for YMCA camp
In an effort to get CJ settled in our new hometown I signed him up for a 2-week kindercamp session at the local YMCA. He did great during his first session. He made friends, he liked the counselors, and best of all he got to go swimming every other day.
After that session we took a 1 week break while DA’s brother and his family drove down for a visit. I then signed CJ up for the next 2-week session which started today. I was so proud of myself. I had everything ready: clean swimsuit; towel; labeled change of clothes in a labeled bag; peanut-free snack and a juice box; special YMCA cap; sunscreen on CJ; and most importantly, I was on time to drop him off.
I drove away, confident that CJ was going to have a great day and another fun camp session. About 15 minutes later, just as I was getting off the highway to go to Target, my phone rang. I was certain that it was DA wanting to add something to my Target shopping list, so I decided to call him back when I got into the store. But a funny thing happened. When I looked at my phone it wasn’t DA who had called – it was an unknown number. Quickly I called my voice mail and heard something to this effect:
Sherry, I’m so happy you have signed CJ up for another session of camp. I’m glad he liked camp and wants to come back again. The only problem is that CJ’s camp session starts NEXT Monday. Could you please give me call?
I was absolutely mortified. Somehow in my mind I was convinced that his camp session started today! I quickly turned around and drove straight back to the YMCA and went to see the camp director. She was so nice and kind. She said CJ was swimming and she hadn’t told him that he wasn’t supposed to be at camp. She also offered me the option of letting him stay at camp this week since he was already expecting to attend. Needless to say, CJ will be at camp this week.
Boy, was my face red. Has anyone else ever taken their child somewhere on the wrong day? ‘Fess up so we can form the “Errant Parents Club.” 
This happened last year during summer break.I had accepted the invitation to have my son attend birthday party of one of his classmates. So we reached the Bowling alley where the party was supposed to be. But they had no such party there. A second look at the card was all that was needed to tell us that we had reached there a saturday too early.But my seven year old’s words were very soothing when he said”That’s ok dad we can always come back next saturday”.
Thanks for sharing your story, I feel better already. What a great attitude your son has! We spend so much time telling kids that it’s ok to make mistakes that we can forget to be as gracious with ourselves.