That sounds wonderful!
I think having crap parents motivated me to reverse their crapitude & be the parent I wish I’d had.
Don’t get me wrong, my children had plenty of boundaries and weren’t feral (and lucky to have DH & son’s Dad supporting me, we were a great team) but it’s those tiny, almost inconceivably special, small things that can make a big difference to their childhood.
I’m not a Guider any more, but if a Brownie or Guide lost a tooth when away, we’d pop a quid under their pillow (under the guise of a bed inspection once they’d put their beds down in their tents), because it’s a tiny moment of happiness.*
Lots of Brownies who came up to me (as the first aider) with a tooth in a bloody scrap of tissue who would be in tears that the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t know where they were. That little gesture would make a huge difference to their camp experience!
*Yes, I’d put the Tooth Fairy clause in the camp info letter, and yes, I wouldn’t go into the tents on my own (even with the girls lining up outside the tent for inspection). Safeguarding was paramount.
And in all the years of doing it, not one Brownie or younger Guide put 2 & 2 together that an evening bed inspection only happened if a tent-mate had lost a tooth 😂!