This coming weekend my boys and I are attending a camporee with our Cub Scout Pack. They've been busy practicing their scout skills and I've been busy creating costumes for our Alien Invasion theme, coming up with site decorations, grocery shopping for the pack and packing our own gear. While I could do without camping, my boys are really looking forward to it.
Yesterday when my kids came in from school I took one look at the Middle Child and knew something wasn't right. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he felt funny. By dinner time he had a temperature of 101.5 and in the middle of the night I was up with a vomiting child.
Today I had to break it to him that it wasn't looking too good for him going camping. He managed to hold back the tears but he couldn't hide the visible disappointment. It broke my heart.
As an adult, I sometimes have trouble dealing with disappointment. So this is one spot I feel I fail as a parent; helping them understand and deal with their disappointment. He didn't choose to get sick. He can't help being sick. And I can't make him better any faster. While I can promise him we can do something fun when he is feeling better, or even make it there for part of the weekend, I can't give him this experience back.