Last week, I worked as a counselor for our church’s Jr. Camp in Ottawa, KS. This was my seventh or eighth year to counsel at this great camp.
Seeing that it was 3 1/2 days in the middle of July in the middle of Kansas, I say I fared pretty well. The temperature was very bearable (praise the Lord), and the AC in the buildings worked splendidly.
I had a fabulous group of girls. And my co-counselor was amazing and experienced in all things camp. I’ve known her for quite a few years, but it was great to get to know her past the “hi, how are you” at church.
Oh, and this was really like a family reunion of sorts. Mom was the nurse.
Matthew was operational staff.
Grace was a counselor. And, no, this isn’t the first year I’ve been a counselor with one of my past campers. Still makes me feel slightly old though.
Ellie and Aaron were campers.
Ok, so I’m going to be honest here. I didn’t really enjoy it. There. I said it. Never have I not enjoyed the week of Jr. Camp…except for this year. I had a great group of girls; everyone there was fun and friends of mine; memories were made; everything went PERFECTLY. But I wanted to be home. With My Man. I told him he has ruined me as far as going away from him. ‘Tis pitiful, and I was mad at myself the whole time for not being able to get out of the funk. I tried. Anyway…that being said, I am glad that I went, for, as I said, memories were made and everything went PERFECTLY.
Oh, and the mother of one of my camper girls came up to me the Sunday after we returned and told me of a conversation she overheard of her two girls…
Daughter 1 (my camper): “Tammy and Jennifer are the BEST.COUNSELORS.EEEEVEEERR!!!”
Daughter 2: “I thought you didn’t want to be in their cabin because they were so old.”
Daughter 1: “I was wrong. They are the BEST.COUNSELORS.EEEEVEEEER!!!!”
Guess I’m now old, but as long as I’m still cool, I guess the old part is ok. 🙂