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Sitting it out
August 07, 2007 | Category:
Bear has been attending a Sports Camp this summer a few days a week. To afford it, we killed a fatted calf and left burnt offerings before the Parks & Rec. department.
After a brief police investigation, we discovered that money was actually the preferred mode of payment.
Lessons learned.
Bear loved the camp so much that we signed him up for all 3 sessions.
I would stop in an watch him, on occasion. Racing around on the field or playing dodgeball in the rec center. Pick him up and he'd be dirty, sweaty, and smiling. He seems to be well liked by the campers and the counselors.
So I thought... 'This Is Good.'
Then, yesterday afternoon, I was picking him up when the head counselor walks up to us. The head counselor looks a little like a young Cal Ripken Jr., so I'll call him Cal.
"Uh, he sits out. A lot," Cal told me.
I looked over at Brandon, Bear's favorite counselor. Brandon wouldn't meet my eyes. Neither would Bear.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
Turns out, all summer Bear has been going off by himself during certain activities and playing in the dirt or sand.
"This has been going on all summer?"
"I probably should have told you, before," Cal said. I nodded.
It is the Last Week of camp. This information would have been helpful, you know, ANY TIME earlier.
"But it was really bad today," Cal told me.
Brandon nodded.
Bear looked at his feet.
If you add the ages of Brandon and Cal and my cat and some random strangers together, you still won't get legal drinking age. OK, maybe you will, but only if my cat buys.
Cal was clearly struggling, because Bear's behavior didn't fall into a black or white category. It had just crossed some invisible line the counselors had for participation.
After he'd made his announcement, Cal was clearly waiting for something from me, but I didn't know what.
"Bear, what's going on?" I asked softly.
He shrugged.
"He's an only child..." I said, as sort of a half-explanation.
Cal shook his head. "So am I."
That dropping sensation was in my gut, but Cal had nothing more to tell me and Brandon and Bear were looking at their respective shoes. Still.
Fascinating shoes.
I smiled and said "Well, we have to get going to a dentist's appointment, so..."
Bear has always excused himself and gone off when he's been overwhelmed at things like loud birthday parties and chaotic school functions (he did it once when I was being room mother during a Halloween party - when I tried to get him back with the group, he told me he had a headache and went to a quiet corner and colored.)
I don't know if we say 'Hey, you have to stay with your group/team even when you feel overwhelmed' OR if we say 'Well, Cal, he does that when the chaos gets to him. No big deal.'
Bear is doing very well in Karate and in swimming lessons. He's enjoyed the crazy loud insanity of the tournaments (although we do keep our presence to a minimum).
Then again, this has been a hard summer for Bear at home - the kitchen ripped out, the boxes piling up with our stuff in it, and CD and I more often than ever before pulling into private huddles to discuss things away from him.
But he also has this new puppy, Sara, who loves him to distraction.
I just don't know if I should be worried.
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