Surviving the Red Hot Days of Summer
So we have transitioned from the
school year to our summer schedule in my home.
My son Shane started surf camp on Monday and I am happy to report that -- on day three -- he actually stood on his foam learning board. I am unhappy to report that he has gotten more sun in these past few days than ever before.
My son Shane started surf camp on Monday and I am happy to report that -- on day three -- he actually stood on his foam learning board. I am unhappy to report that he has gotten more sun in these past few days than ever before.
Being from Jersey, I was no stranger
to baby oil and tinfoil on an album cover (uh dating myself) to get a little
color. Say the kind that makes me look like a cooked lobster. I have had my
fair share of sunburns throughout the years; so red that I was purple.
One time, I got so burnt in Cancun
that I actually got sun poisoning and spent three days in bed with a fever and
throwing up.
As an adult, I choose to limit my
time in the sun and don't leave the house without being slathered with at least
SPF 50 from head to toe.
Ever since Shane was born in
Southern California, I have been completely neurotic with keeping him out of
the sun. In almost eight years, he has only gotten a little too much sun once
-- on his face -- until this week.
The poor boy keeps coming home from
surf camp a bit crispier each day.
We are putting Kids SPF 60 on him
each morning but, to our chagrin, it is not being reapplied enough throughout
the day.
Over the past few weeks, I have been
stressing (and I mean that literally) to Shane the importance of putting his
Kids Sunscreen stick on his face. I've had him do it over and over again
because, in his haste, he is missing big areas of his face. I can tell that is still
an issue as he has a few sunburn splotches on his face.
After the first day, we spoke to the
counselors and they assured us that they are reapplying sunscreen on the kids
but my partially lobster red kid is telling a different story.
My paranoid thinking conjures up
images of my little guy on a deserted beach and thoughts of the TV show
"Survivor" and the book "Lord of the Flies" sort of merge
into one dramatic scenario. Luckily for Shane, this is not his reality.
Part of the problem is that the kids
are in and out of the water all day long. So -- even if sunscreen is being
reapplied -- it is getting washed off in the water.
He wears a half wetsuit all day so
it is only his face, ears and the backs of his legs that are getting too much
sun. Right now, after three days, the backs of his legs are starting to turn
tan.
Jason's thought is that, once his
skin gets used to the sun, he will be brown as a berry and not Hawaiian Punch
red. To me, I feel that is still damaging his skin.
I look at red face and it makes me
feel so helpless. Besides sending him to camp with an arsenal of sunscreen and
threatening the lives of the counselors, I don't know what else to do.
Jason
joked that he would buy him a giant mask to go over his head to wear all day.
They had a good chuckle, but that doesn't solve our dilemma.
So far, we've been slathering him
with aloe at night but, tonight, I broke down and actually patted his burnt
areas with cold tea bags. Not sure if that will work, but it was a remedy that
my mom used to do for me when I was a kid.
Shane has been very good natured and
says that his skin doesn't hurt at all. I have to believe him because if you've
ever had bad sunburn, it hurts like hell. Jason thinks his face is just
irritated from all the sunscreen we have been applying. I can only imagine the
phobias I am in the process of creating for this kid.
During the summers of my youth, I do
remember spending all my days at the beach without any SPF clogging my pores. I
survived and didn't have any significant sun damage.
I definitely think this is one of
those times that I am letting my neurosis get the best of me.
Jason and I have to be rest assured
that we are doing the best we can: applying heavy duty sunscreen in the
morning; Shane is doing his best to reapply; the counselors are certainly
applying it throughout the day, even if it is the spray.
I realize that I have to let it go and let the kid live a
little, I know he will survive.
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