“We’re going camping. We don’t need to take the iPad.” As soon as those words left my lips, I should have known how deeply foolish they were.
Yes, yes, nature. Yes, yes, family time. But camping, like pretty much absolutely anything else in the sphere of parenting, can only be enhanced, not reduced, by the presence of distracting technology.
Some of you will be doubting that statement. You’ll be thinking it’s a tiny domestic tragedy, a lack of imagination. You’ll be thinking that in your day, kids just enjoyed the outdoors, ran around until it was dark, and then fell in a stinky heap and passed out.
You’d be thinking like Andrew Daddo, who gave me a hard time about my technology-detox. Listen to our Nailed and Failed conversation, here:
But you’d be wrong. Because there were about three times A DAY during the camping trip that I looked at my six-year-old and my three-year-old and thought – WHERE’S THE FRICKING iPAD?
Times like when it rained, and didn’t stop. And I thought, ‘If it keeps on raining, the kids will have coloured in every page of their colouring books, “read” every one of the stories I brought, staged a beanie-boo/dinosaur war with every single toy they have. They’ll just start setting fire to things.’
Matilda makes her own fun on camp - sans iPad.
And like the times when the kids had all eaten their dinner and the grown-ups were sitting down in camp chairs to eat their own, red wine in hand. Those were times when a well-placed Disney movie, with all the kids piled up in one of the tents like a heap of tired puppies, were essential.
And like the time on that long, long public-holiday car journey when the i-Spy ran dry and the only thing keeping my son from wailing all the way home was the eternal promise of a Happy Meal. 'There'll be one around the next corner, Billy. Noooo... that's on the other side of the road."