No More Winter Outdoor Lab Stories. Please.
I’ve decided I will not be discussing AG’s Outdoor Lab trip in December (DECEMBER) with any other local parents until I absolutely have to. In fact, Mr. Asthma Mom may end up attending the first informational parent meeting by himself this Thursday night so I can continue avoiding the conversations that include alarming statements like these:
Wow! December? They’re gonna freeze up there!
Which, okay. I’ve said myself. But I can pin my neurotic tendencies on the overprotective mothering gene that kicks in sometimes. When they say it, and by “they” I mean parents whose kids get to attend Outdoor Lab in much-warmer-and-not-at-all-scary fall, my brain defaults to grim visions of frostbite and lost children – specifically, my child, who is directionless like her mother – wandering around the side of a snowy mountain.
Can you believe our kids are going so late in the year? My friend had to drive up and go get her daughter when she went in December a few years ago because the kids got snowed in up there.
Seriously? I was worried about my kid getting cold, not ending up stuck with her friends in the Rockies during a blizzard and waiting for the snow to melt before they can come home.
They’re going so close to Christmas! You better hope they don’t pass around the flu or anything while they’re up there. That would ruin the holidays.
THANK YOU EVERYONE, THAT’S VERY HELPFUL. PLEASE STOP TALKING NOW.
Dear God, it’s like listening to other moms’ traumatic birth stories when you’re pregnant
I know she’ll be fine. I know the county runs Outdoor Lab every single year, and it’s a wonderful and perfectly safe experience for the kids. Further, I know that if it weren’t my daughter’s school going in December, it would be someone else’s.
I know all that, and I know this kind of trip instills confidence and independence in kids, that she will love a week away from her family with all her friends, that we are lucky she gets to experience it, and that she will remember Outdoor Lab for the rest of her life. I’m excited for her, in fact.
And I think I can even manage to stay that way over the next several months.
Just as long as I stop talking to people here about it.