The dining room was LOUD at breakfast this morning, indicating another Great Day at Greystone! The roar of every camper excitedly talking at once is hard to describe. I know for a fact that the singing can be heard a mile away (our local gas station let me know). The loudest song this morning was that old favorite: I don’t want to go home/ boom, boom, boom. They were literally shouting the lines… and it was the first song sung as we were clearing the tables! The first song is usually the quietest song of the set, but today it set the highest decibel mark for dining room singing this session. Obviously, the girls are excited about another day at camp!
Breakfast Club has moved on to Mental Growth and we encouraged the girls to start every day by sitting up in bed, clapping their hands, and shouting “It’s a Great Day and I feel terrific!” My father started this tradition in the 70’s so that the girls could experience what an impact our brains have on our bodies. By claiming a feeling (even if it is not something you might feel in the moment), it becomes true. When a single camper does it, the impact on the cabin is strongly felt as everyone smiles at the silliness of the moment. When a group of campers does it in several cabins, the impact is greater. When the entire tentalow row does it, the energy in camp is off the charts! I bet Jimdaddy is looking down from heaven with a smile as he sees good still arising from this simple routine.
There are several reasons the campers are so fired up today.
Thank you for being such faithful readers of the Blog this week. We appreciate your interest and encouragement. At the same time, we want you to know that it is OK to take the weekend off! We know that there are significantly fewer visits to the Blog on the weekend, and this makes complete sense. Many of you sense the need to step away from the routine. Rest is good and we encourage this by not posting photos or printing emails on Sundays. Any photos we take on Sunday will be posted on Monday. Consider it a break and take a moment to offer a brief prayer of thanksgiving. God is good!
Parenting has become very intense these days for you (and camp has perhaps contributed to that tendency). When I went to camp, it was 7 weeks of separation with only one letter once a week (often just one sentence long… Camp’s fun, I like canoeing.) This mandatory “meal ticket” written on Sundays was supplemented by one or two letters from my counselor (usually four sentences of scant detail). No photos, no emails, no phone calls. Lots happened every day, and my parents didn’t know about any of it until I came home. Rather than causing anxiety, the absence of these details was soothing to my parents. They knew I was safe, growing, and having a good time. They knew that they would learn the details that mattered to me in good time. Such parenting was easy and beneficial for everyone.
Soon you will be spending long hours with your daughter at home, as she recounts “confusing” stories of things that might not immediately make sense and collapses laughing as she tries to explain some silly story or shows you the silly movements to a song. Seek such time out when you enjoy your reunion weekend and in the weeks and months that will follow. Camp stories are the hardest to tell but are well worth the effort in the end.