Hunter and I attended day camp at Camp Lawton. Should I just leave it there? I agreed to go in about April, as a parent. Then I ended up going as a leader.
If I went today, I think I would be able to write a different story, but I should write the one that is real, I guess.
The only thing good about that day was that I was up in the mountains and that Kelly sent the sweetest note in with my lunch. A reminder that he loved me and he knew that God loved me. Of course, I cried. But only Hunter saw that.
I just don’t get boys! When I tell my story about the day, those mother’s of boys just laugh. One of my favorite examples are Frisbee golf. We have about 40 minutes to each of our activities and some of them were great. The boys played 4-way tug of war, and could have played longer, archery, rubber band guns also felt like the time was just too short. But when it was our turn for Frisbee golf, I thought I would go nuts. They played the “game” of golf for barely 5 minutes and then the game became hit everyone you can with the Frisbee. It didn’t matter how much we said, don’t throw so hard, or don’t aim at people. They changed the rules to the game and there was not stopping them. We painted pet rocks too…disaster.
I came home and immediately called the boys punks! I was so happy to be home, but very unhappy about my experiences. It didn’t help my attitude about my calling very much. Looking back now, I can see that my attitude played the biggest role in how the day went. I should have relaxed and played with the boys.
But enough about me. Hunter thoroughly enjoyed the day. He was already a pro at archery, one of his favorite activities. He enjoyed most everything but his very favorite was making the knotted wrist bands. That is right up his alley!
I made a layout last week about our day for a challenge on the Jessica Sprauge website
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