SS loves to sing. Now that statement is like saying fish like to swim. Whenever he's alone he's belting out some tune. When he's in his room playing, using the bathroom, and yes showering. When he showers the whole neighborhood gets a concert! Once I took him to Target to get a prescription. He had to go to the bathroom so he went in and was in there for a bit. The toilet kind of sits behind the pharmacy. When I got up to pay all the cashiers are laughing. And one of them says, "Is that your son in the bathroom?" I said, "Yes, why?" Then she told me he'd been belting out the tunes and they could all hear it. They thought it was cute and funny. We sometimes refer to SS as "The Biebs" or "The Beibalator".
So I found a summer music camp here in town. One week. Half a day. At the end of the day they put on a small concert for the parents. They learn theater, music, and instruments. I asked SS if he wanted to go and he seemed to consider it and then said no. I talked to DH about it to make sure he didn't object to the money issue. He asked SS and SS was kind of hesitant. So last night SS said he MIGHT like to go. He's not sure. He's kind of shy. He hates sports so an outside camp is out of the question. Every summer we sign him up for the summer reading program at the library but he never does anything else. He was up till two am reading last night. I really want him to get out of the house and interact with other kids.
My question is, should I just sign him up and go forth with a positive attitude? I think he'd be fine if I did that. I don't want him to be mad though either. I just think he's kind of shy about singing in front of other kids but I know he'll have fun. What would you do?
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Tough one NJN. I think I'd try bringing it up & say I will be signing you up for singing camp tomorrow. I'm so excited. You will have so much fun. So he's know ahead of time that you are just going to do it.
He's the kind of kid that doesn't want to try anything new. But once he does he really enjoys it. I really just want to sign him up and talk it up but I don't want him to be mad at me because he didn't want to go. Of course, he'd stop being mad once he had fun. lol
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I was like him as a kid & still somewhat as an adult. I'd probably never leave my house if I didn't have to. I've dreaded going to parties that I'd said I was going to attend & then have a great time once I willed myself to go.
I'm like you, lexxy. I have to force myself to socialize.
I would tell SS that if he is interested, they are only taking registrations through the end of the week so he will need to decide before Friday.
Then again, I don't ask my boys if they are interested in certain camps, I just pick what I think would be good for them and tell them where they are going.
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I'm like you, lexxy. I have to force myself to socialize.
I would tell SS that if he is interested, they are only taking registrations through the end of the week so he will need to decide before Friday.
Then again, I don't ask my boys if they are interested in certain camps, I just pick what I think would be good for them and tell them where they are going.
-- Edited by FNW on Wednesday 10th of June 2015 03:48:12 PM
I like a mom in charge. Good for you, FNW.
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If it were MY kid I'd just sign em up and do it! But since he's my SS I hesitate. HOWEVER, I just called him in and told him that I had already signed him up for music camp. He rolled his eyes at me and said, "Okay, I'll go." I think it's like Lindley said. He's a bit scared because it's a new situation.
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I know this is going to sound stupid and probably a lot of people won't understand but since he's not my bio kid I don't want to start trouble. If he were mine I'd sign him up and tell him he was going to go and enjoy it. I get along with his mom good. We can even have civil phone and in person conversations. And I'd like to keep it that way. The last thing I need is for him to tell his mom "NJN signed me up for camp that I don't want to go to." KWIM? He told me the other day that his mom gets upset with me sometimes. We parent very differently. Being a step mother is a hard line to walk.
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I never forced my kids to do long term things they didn't want to do, but a week is short and I think it is different.
So yeah, tell him you are signing him up. It's only a week. Make it something fun you do together.
Have a "wrap party" at the end of the week. Picnic and icecream.
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I think you did the right thing. He will love it. And he will probably meet a lot of kids just like him, which helps so much when you are into different things than most others.
My DD has what we jokingly labeled "negative first reaction syndrome". Her first reaction to anything is NO! You could offer her the most amazing chocolate cake and a sack full of money and she would say no first thing. Then after she thought about it for awhile she would take it. Lol. Now that she knows this about herself, she knows to catch herself and really think about it. Why am I saying no? Is this something I like?
Your SS is probably too young to start rethinking stuff like this, but you could certainly bring up that his first reaction is usually negative even if it's something he likes.
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Yep. It's one week. Short. But that's good. Don't want to over extend him. Or me. And I don't want his mom to think I'm trying to schedule his life out. DH should be back by then so it shouldn't be a problem. Although she does let me have him on my own a lot.
MM that's how he is. Especially with food. I remember the first time DH grilled mushrooms for us. SS wasn't having anything to do with it. I asked him to eat one and now he LOVES them. Most foods he loves once he tries. The only thing he doesn't like so far is raw onions. Cooked is fine but raw is no deal. I don't make him eat them. He's an excellent kid when I keep him without DH.
I have a really funny story if anyone wants to hear it.
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The other day we bought the kids fruit bars. So that night I asked the kids if they wanted one. And of course they did. DH got up to get them. The kids were in the living room. DH goes into the living room with the fruit bars and tries to hand them to the kids. The kids got up and ran into the kitchen. SS looks at DH like he just grew a third head and says, "Dad, what are you trying to do? Get us in trouble? You KNOW we're not supposed to have food in the living room!"
I just laughed. Good kids.
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The camp is a perfect schedule to try something new. 1/2 day for only one week. He will enjoy it because it isn't all day and gets to try something.
I think so. The more I talk about it to him the more excited he is. He said he's looking forward to going.
He's ten and a half Lily.
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The other day we bought the kids fruit bars. So that night I asked the kids if they wanted one. And of course they did. DH got up to get them. The kids were in the living room. DH goes into the living room with the fruit bars and tries to hand them to the kids. The kids got up and ran into the kitchen. SS looks at DH like he just grew a third head and says, "Dad, what are you trying to do? Get us in trouble? You KNOW we're not supposed to have food in the living room!"
I just laughed. Good kids.
It's a trap!!! Lol
You have them trained well.
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Thanks so much Lindley! Being a step parent is tough. It's like being a bio parent but with more criticism and no thanks! LOL saw that somewhere. We walk a fine line between loving and offending. Last summer I let him swim for about three hours in a wading pool in the backyard. Every half hour I sprayed him down with sunscreen. I had no idea that sunscreen expired. I do now though. When he came in he began looking like a lobster. He had HUGE blisters on his back. I mean really, he looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame. It was horrible. It was so bad I had a nightmare that CPS came and arrested me. Yep, still hearing about that one!
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DD11 has gotten herself a job. She is helping a local swim instructor with lessons, so she is in the pool all day. She is loving it. She swims very well, and on down time, the instructor is giving her lifeguard training so she'll be able to get certified as soon as she's old enough. DH is excited because all this swimming will make it easier to get her scuba certification.
She just loves the water so much and I only have her signed up for 2 camps all summer - art camp next week and sleepaway horse camp in July.
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
We never did camp of any kind. VBS was about as close as we ever got.
Of course we had lots of space and a neighbors house full of kids to do all kinds of stuff with.
My kids didn't do camps either.
I guess there was always so much they did anyway, I never really thought about it.
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I never did camp either. My mother was a SAHM until brother went to a private college. They had to pay for it. So growing up, we played. We swam. We ate fruit from our grandparents' city farm. We'd take vacations. We went to the beach. We took tennis lessons. We watched I Love Lucy and As the World Turns in between.
Swam, worked the farm, took care of the animals, went to historic sites, amusement parks, skating. And lots of playing.
Took swim lessons once. I knew how to swim but mom said we needed instruction. About 3 weeks into it, I got infantigo. And about 12 others did as well so the whole pool area got shut down for a week.
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Swam, worked the farm, took care of the animals, went to historic sites, amusement parks, skating. And lots of playing.
Took swim lessons once. I knew how to swim but mom said we needed instruction. About 3 weeks into it, I got infantigo. And about 12 others did as well so the whole pool area got shut down for a week.
Yikes!
We had our own pool. We got swim lessons at a private swim school nearby. Me for two years. The advanced class ended with a big competition. I got sick and threw up but it was from exhaustion I suspect.
We would also go to baseball games & Disneyland, Magic Mountain or Knott's Berry Farm, usually on the spur if someone gave my father tickets or they had "bank day" where we got discount tickets. On really hot days we'd go to the new Mall or my other grandparents' house because they had A/C. We didn't get it until I was in high school.
Every summer my brother and I was going to dig us a pool. We had a place at the edge of the garden and we could dig all we wanted.
Problem was at the end of summer, if we hadn't finished it we had to fill it back in.
Got it about the size of a couple bathtubs once and about waist deep.
We never got that pool finished.
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Then again, I don't ask my boys if they are interested in certain camps, I just pick what I think would be good for them and tell them where they are going.
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LOL--my parents began sending my brother and I to outward bound early on and for several years--initially was a bit awkward but after the first year, we loved it and learned life-skills that serve us ( me, anyway ) till this day
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Oh, I told his mom I signed him up. She was fine with it. Now I need an easy Disney costume for the final show. Wanna help me out people? Suggestions?
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He wants to be a minion but I'm not sure how to pull that off!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I know you can! Goodwill overalls, (they can even be too big), a sweatshirt (if you can't find a yellow one, buy a white on and Rit it), Dollar Store glasses. Pipe cleaners if he wants to be the one with hair...
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
If you were here we could make a day of it and go shopping!
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Don't forget to get him a nice banana to carry around.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Well well, who knew that FWM went to band camp? There was that one time she went to band camp...
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It was a lot of hard, long, hot days huh? But I loved it too.
Did you have killer legs too? My but and legs looked awesome back then.
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