I was nervous to camp alone with my 9-year-old son, so we tried glamping. It was the perfect adventure with less stress.

The author and her son went glamping. Courtesy of Nicole Findlay While my husband was in Boston, I wanted to do something with my 9-year-old son. I thought he'd enjoy camping, but was nervous to do it with him alone. I decided to take him glamping, and it had all the best parts of camping but with less stress. While my Scottish husband joined the Tartan Army in Boston for the group stages of the FIFA World Cup , I wanted to do something equally exciting with my 9-year-old son. A few of his friends had recently gone camping and came back with fun stories. I knew he would love a night out under the stars, but I hadn't camped since I was in my 20s. The idea of just the two of us in a zip-up tent in the middle of nowhere felt scary.