well, the week is up. it’s been crazy and at times fun. mostly crazy though. kind of like i said in the previous post, it wasn’t that there were bad kids in my cabin this week. but it was an extremely taxing week for a few reasons. i think i might just make a list of random thoughts going through my head, because i haven’t made one of those in a while. also because it’ll probably be the easiest way to get everything out. also because i like lists.
1.) attention all campers: when we ask you to hang your wet towels up, please do it.
2.) wet towels, when left unattended for an entire week, tend to cause mold growth.
3.) sometimes bad kids aren’t bad. they just need more attention.
4.) it’s hard to give special attention to anyone when you have eleven kids in the cabin.
5.) i’m so tired right now.
6.) i feel like while i liked almost all our kids this week, i didn’t grow close to any of them.
7.) this is sort of new and i didn’t like it.
8.) i think the thing that i’m most impatient with is when kids don’t listen. repeating myself five times and then listening to the kid complain because i supposedly never told them is not something that endears them to me. and i know this behavior is definitely more likely in the brave unit. but still. i feel like lots of it has to do with whether or not their parents teach them to listen well.
9.) i’ve really enjoyed working with pathfinders up at skywalkers for the past four weeks. it’s been a blessing because i’ve been able to work with a variety of ages. for some reason it took me a while to recognize this as an answer to prayer. thanks for that one, God.
10.) i’m excited to see mom and dad next weekend.
i think that’s it. i thought I had more to write. i do, actually, but i’ve typed it out and deleted it five times because it’s not coming out right.
i’ll end with a positive. the most taxing boy in our cabin, who has a mild case of autism, grew to like me during the week. this was mostly because every time he overreacted to something (though in his defense, it wasn’t an overreaction to him) it was me who dealt with it. on closing campfire he was having a really difficult time and was crying because he didn’t want to be there. he was leaning against me the whole time and i was rubbing his back. when we finally left at around ten or so, he was still crying. i let him cry it out for a bit, and then i finally bent down and said, “tell me what’s wrong, bud.” instead of talking about how tired and exhausted he was, he said, “i’ve just never felt so ATTACHED to any PLACE befoooooorrrreee!!!!” and then continued to bawl his eyes out.
point being, if i hadn’t taken the time to ask him, i would have thought he hated being there. instead, he was sad to be leaving the next day, which was a 180 degree change from the rest of the week.
i should be encouraged about that.