It turns out plenty.
This week’s activities – ice skating, gymnastics – are a major disappointment. Suddenly the counselors are rude. Since Monday, my kids, along with their best friend Juliet, have come home with daily reports of inappropriate comments made about other campers.
“I’m speaking English. This is America. What don’t you understand about 'sit down and shut up'?” The 19-year old counselors have called the kids various names – ranging from idiot and moron to retard and worse – and all of it makes my kids very uncomfortable.
My immediate instinct was to call the camp director to express my disgust for this behavior. But my kids have begged me not to report the counselors. “Mom,” they argue, “everyone will hate us for being rats.”
Their solution? Drop out of camp!
That’s where the conversation deteriorates. Quitting isn’t an option. Not only did my husband and I pay a pretty penny for the program, but we work full time. Neither of us is prepared to take time off—nor are we hiring a sitter—to compensate for camp. (Cue the guilt: Both kids reminded me that I’m the boss and I can take time off or work from home whenever I want, at least according to their workplace rules.)
Now I’m torn: I don’t want to turn on my kids if it’s going to make them uneasy, nor do I want to subject them to that stuff. I probably can’t trust the camp director to keep this confidential while reprimanding his people.
Part of me thinks this is a natural life experience. Not everyone you meet will be nice. Not everyone will be kind. Even kids have to learn to suck it up and roll with the punches.
“Camp isn’t for lessons, mom,” Emma says. “It’s about having fun.” She’s got me there.
What’s a decent mother to do?
Tory Johnson is the CEO of Women For Hire, which produces high-caliber recruiting events and online career services to connect professional women with leading employers nationwide.
