I guess it’s that time, isn’t it? You know – the time in your life when you discover at the very last minute that there’s something you’re supposed to do for your kid? Or rather, something you should have done…yesterday? Like 6 dozen cupcakes for today’s bake sale or signing a bunch of permission slips right as you’re walking up to the school doors. You would think that one wouldn’t have to deal with such things over the summer, being on holiday from school and all – but, no. It turns out that daycamps can be just as…um…surprising.
Yesterday, as I was picking my eldest up from his camp at a local rec centre, his camp leader cheerfully says “Remember – tomorrow is animal dress up day!” Wait, what now? Please tell me that means your kid is supposed to bring a stuffed animal that’s dressed up – because that, we’ve got covered. No, huh. I see, it’s more of a costume party. Oh, goody. I suppose I should have read that handout you gave me a bit more thoroughly, huh? *sigh* So, as we’re driving home I ask my son what he is going to dress up as, and he gets all sulky because the only animal costume we have on hand is a kitty costume – from 3 Halloweens ago – which will be small and “girly” and hot for a sunny, summer day. What to do, what to do.
“Mumma, it’s Chairman Meow’s birthday TODAY and we need cake!”
Normally this wouldn’t have been such a big deal – we would have borrowed or bought or made something, just like we have always done in these “last minute” situations. But as it was, I had been on the way home to finish up work on yesterday’s swing refurbishing, get a post up about it, and then get ready for dinner out with a friend. I hadn’t banked any time for this whole costume thing! Now, if it had been my mother, she’d have left me to my own devices – and I’d have probably made some paper ears on a headband and gone as a bear or something equally 6-year-old-crappy. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from my mother, it’s that I want to be infinitely better at my job than she was.
So. I ask my son what it is that he really wants to dress up as…and he says a penguin. “A penguin, not THE penguin, right?” Yes. Woo-hoo, JACKPOT! Years of making last minute costumes for my job as a Natural History Interpreter out in Kananaskis Country have taught me that of all the possible things he could have chosen, this is by far the easiest to make quickly. I find a black shirt and pants for him. I dig out an old tank top from the rag bag, and some pieces of ShamWow that I had cut up for another costume last year. A little black paint on an old ball cap and some foamy eyes glued on and tah-dah! In well under 30 minutes, he’s a penguin.
My penguin boy “hamming” it up with a foam fish.
Yes, I was totally rushing to finish my other sewing. Yes, I kept my friend waiting for 10 minutes while I got the blog posted. And yes, I went out to dinner in a bit of a disheveled state. But it was totally worth it. Not only did I feel like I had made a “good mommy” decision, but the gratitude my son lavished on me about the whole thing nearly brought me to tears. I just hope he remembers such things when he gets older and things get harder between us. Oh, wait. That’s why I take pictures…riiiggghhht.





