A few weeks ago my daughter turned to me while we unloaded the dishwasher. “Mom, do you think I should go to camp?” I hesitated for one second as irrational mom fears bubbled up to the surface–dry drowning, third degree sunburns, killer chiggers. I’ve never actually read about killer chiggers, but I can still imagine they exist.
The sweet eyes of my baby girl still waited for me to answer. Suddenly my own camp memories spoke louder than any fears–canoeing on the lake, shaving cream fights, gigantic slip-and-slides. I remembered the services and soaking in God’s presence at the altar. It was at kids’ camp I was filled with the Spirit and where I took the step out of my parents’ desire for my relationship with Jesus and knew I wanted it for myself. I placed my hand on her shoulder, “You should definitely go to camp.”
This morning I stood on a patch of sidewalk waving while the bus pulled out from the church canopy. For the next four days I’m praying for all our kids to hear from God, to have fun … and to be protected from killer chiggers.
Jill ~Here I am moments before I stood in the camp mom circle and realized I was the only one who didn’t send mail for her kid to open each day. #bestmomever #blameitonthechiggers
What are you favorite (or least favorite) memories of camp? And if your mom didn’t send you mail, please let me know if you survived.