So next week is Family Camp.
I have low expectations, for several reasons: 1. We can only go up from there; 2. We will be spending a considerable amount of time out-of-doors with the nearest major medical center miles away; and 3. We are THAT family.
Enough said about that.
Even with low expectations, we are excited about getting away and making memories.
Every night there is a theme. Families are to dress accordingly. Fun, right?
Well. After scouring Party City, I decided we needed to do more in-depth shopping for our 60’s outfits and Fiesta wear.
In the parking lot of the Goodwill store, I explained to my kids that we were looking for Mexican dresses (you know the touristy kind with the embroidered flowers?) and Mexican dress shirts (the kind waiters wear at my favorite restaurant).
Now, let me start by saying, I love second-hand stores. I have found some great treasures in my day and while in Bible college, most of my clothes came from Salvation Army. It’s in my blood and I can sniff out a great find.
My kids? Oh, they did plenty of sniffing. As soon as we walked in the store they gasped and covered their noses, bemoaning the smell of used items.
I gave them the evil eye. Like this?
Oh, did I scare you?
Good. I do apologize.
And then my daughter said loudly, “Where are the Mexican clothes?”
Every eye was on us, including several Hispanic shoppers.
For Pete’s sake.
I whispered, “It’s a Fiesta! We’re looking for Fiesta wear!”
We made our way around the store and my son exclaimed loudly and hurried us to the pre-worn lingerie and underwear department, saying, “I found outfits for ‘sexy night!'”
Uh, that would be sixties night.
At Family Camp.
Because I’m pretty sure they aren’t bringing sexy back this year.
About that time, I realized our toddler was hiding behind a clothes rack and I stepped over a child’s nasty diaper laying in the middle of the aisle.
Yuck. Exactly what kind of mother . . . uh, hang on.
Yeah. I checked under my toddler’s sun dress and stopped judging that poor mother immediately. Because she looked strangely like me.
We scooped up the diaper and the baby, paid for our maracas and flower-print shirts and left a bewildered audience at The Goodwill Store.
Like we really need a theme.
The Talent Show
Yes, there is a talent show at Family Camp. We have wracked our brain and decided we don’t have a family talent. (Because, no dear daughter and son, people do not want to hear us make funny noises with our hand cupped under our arms). But we must participate, according to my kids. Or family camp won’t be any fun. No. Fun. At all.
Food for the Soul:
Proverbs 29:23, “A man’s pride brings him low, but a man of lowly spirit gains honor.”