The Year of Living Hopefully

Yesterday I picked Maddie up from the camp bus. She has gone to winter camp for three years, and as you may know, the planning for winter camp begins the moment she leaves summer camp. Summer camp ends with a rest and then plans for winter camp. Basically this kid lives for camp. If she could do anything full time, it would be camp. Camp, camp and more camp. Thank goodness for camp! Have I mentioned she likes camp?

The first time she went to sleep-away camp, I was a nervous wreck the entire week. Instead of relaxing and enjoying having only one kid for a few days (it is SO MUCH EASIER), I lay awake in bed chewing my nails wondering if she was she ok emotionally without her mom. Would she be lonely, could she make friends? Would the kids be nice to her?  Did she need to call home? What if she got sick? Can she eat the food? What if she’s sad???

And then on pickup day I discovered what a magical place this camp was, and the only time I worried again was her first winter camp when it very suddenly became freezing for exactly the days she was there. I ordered wool socks from Amazon and overnighted them to camp. She thought it was weird. But I was glad I did it.

This session, though, I was a tiny bit worried. She had put so much effort into preparing something and I was afraid her heart would be broken.

Maddie’s current obsession (and I do not use that term lightly) is a video game called Assassin’s Creed. I don’t play video games at all, but I have seen enough of this game to understand its appeal. It takes place in various historical periods, and the visuals and costumes (HELLO COSTUMES!) are magnificent. She and my husband have declared Assassin’s Creed “their” game recently, and that’s how they connect. And his big gift to her this Christmas was an elaborate costume of the hero from the middle ages.

A few months ago, Maddie had an idea for camp. (Hey, thinking ahead!) Each cabin is charged with naming itself and creating a cheer. This is a creative bunch, given that it’s a performing and visual arts camp, so they always come up with something inspired. And inspired Maddie was. She wanted to name her cabin after one group in the video game and hope that the cabin of one of her guy friends would be their foe. In preparation, she bought 20 tee shirts, 10 black and 10 white. She made out of paper and duct tape (surprise!) emblems matching the groups and attached them with velcro. She made two incredible flags as well, again with the duct tape.

It was great to watch her pour her passion and creativity and time and effort into a project. I had nothing to do with it other than the requisite trip to Party City to get supplies. But all the while in the back of my head, I kept thinking this might not go as she planned. I didn’t want to dampen her spirits, but I also felt the need to prepare her for the possibility that the other kids aren’t so enthusiastic about Assassin’s Creed.

“I just don’t want it to ruin your camp experience if the kids don’t go for it,” I said. It hurt my heart to say it, but it was necessary.

“It won’t,” she replied. “I’ve gotten better at that.”

Well, indeed she has. And her self-awareness was startling and a bit of a relief.

All week I kept wondering how it was going. Perhaps her preparation would have been met with such appreciation that people would feel obligated to participate Or maybe there’s a whole teen cult of Assassin’s Creed among the drama set that I don’t know about.

Yesterday she arrived across the bay on the camp’s bus. When I drove up to retrieve her, she was already off the bus and waved me down. She looked great. Relatively clean, in her nice warm coat, hair in a pony tail, happy and relaxed.

After we threw our arms around each other for a long hug, a young lady introduced herself to me. “I’m Otter, Maddie’s counselor.” (All the counselors have nicknames, like Awkward and Sparkle and Tiny.) “We had a great week!” she said.

“Well, Maddie LIVES for camp,” I said.

“We know!” she said. Of course they know!

“She did a lot of preparation,” I said, stating the obvious.

“Yes, she did!” said Otter.

I turned to Maddie. “How did it go?”

“Well, it didn’t go like I expected. It turned out even better!”

I had been so afraid to ask her about the Assassin’s Creed thing, thinking perhaps if it had been a huge disappointment, that might not be her most desired topic of conversation. But now I had the opening to ask.

And this is how it went: The kids didn’t want to adopt her cabin themes. I didn’t ask for the details because it didn’t seem to matter. But what did matter is what came next. Instead of feeling rejected and disappointed, she decided to put all of her work to use in a different manner: She approached the camp director and suggested some LARPing (live action role playing). LARPing does involve costumes but it mostly involves particular types of battles and games. So she helped organize the whole thing and they rounded up pool noodles for weapons. There was a huge themed battle with those tee shirts and a big game of capture the flag with those great flags she made, and she got to not only enjoy all the fun but experience the rewards of her flexibility, creativity and leadership. I believe she felt positively heroic at that point. Apparently the LARPing was a huge success, and they all had Maddie to thank.

So she will begin preparing for next summer’s sessions. We’ll wash the shirts and she’ll make some more (a few kids kept theirs). And I suspect she’ll have some other ideas, as well, to help enhance the LARPing experience.

These moments are the glimmers—no, flashes!—of hope for the future. I don’t know what exactly Maddie will do, but what I do know is this: She is passionate and creative and flexible and she’s growing up and changing in all the best ways.