Yesterday was the official last day of our Summer Camp. We had kids, as we always do, who are remarkable and unique, and who all have at least one thing in common… feeling unsafe in the world. It manifests in different ways for each kid, maybe frequent crying, stuttering, hurting themselves, hurting others, being withdrawn, unexpressive, etc. The issues they deal with have occurred for a variety of reasons (abuse, neglect, witnessing violence, ineffective parenting, etc.), but here at the end of camp I look back and can’t help but think, “What is better for a child’s mental health than a summer of fun in a safe environment with stable, caring adults?”
This summer is a drop in the bucket of their lives, but it was the drop that I was responsible for and as far as it depended on me… it was a good drop. It was a fun drop, a safe drop, a drop in which they felt unconditionally cared about.
And I did something I am proud of. Despite a plethora of Medicaid regulations, logistical complications, and paperwork that can seem disconnected from the real work of counseling, I kept my eyes on the prize. The real prize being each kid.
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(I read this a couple days ago and just about wet myself. Since that has been the same scenario each time I’ve gone back to this blog (even though there are newer posts now), I figured it was about time to post it on mine…)
I just got this in the mail yesterday from my Grandma. It’s a letter I wrote to her and my grandpa on a typewritter when I was six years old. I’m going to try to write it here exactly as it is in the letter…
dear grandma and grandpa,
we will be at your houe in four weeks. I hope I can swim and we will have fun. I want to sleep inthe bunk bed. What else are we going to do there? [My brother] and I are taking swimming lessons. We are doing good. We did the arem stroking. And then my mommy said when we got home that we are doing good. Daniel (our dog) caught a possom. He si is still shedding, adn every day he gives us a balll of fur. We are eatuing a lot of meals on the front porch. Wish you could be here for a weiner roalst. The other day at supper, I wanted the Mayonaisse, and I said to Mom, “Please pass the siccors!” Dad says I’m just like MOM!
I’m going to bring my roller skates to yur house. Did oyou catch the guy who took your money?
My front tooth hasn’t popped through yet. M And I think it will pop through by the time we get to your house. The sweet corn is good this year. I have bright bright markers.
My love for both of you goes to PLUTO!!!