if i could write one letter to the world as we know it, i would list these lines that mean everything to me.
so, it's been a while. it seems like it takes me longer and longer to post on here. it's not that i don't have anything to say...i just can't think of a good way to say it.
i had to go take some kids to camp last week. i say it like that because it wasn't something i had planned to do. i found out about it the day before we had to leave. i enjoyed it to an extent, but there were certain kids that were determined to make everyone else's time there miserable.
sometimes, as i was frantically searching for kids who had wandered off...i found myself angry at the kids and wondering why they couldn't act more mature. then, i realized that they were 12-15 years old...they aren't supposed to act mature. they were supposed to act exactly like they did.
the kids were there to learn about drugs & alcohol & how to be leaders in their schools. some of these kids had never been to camp before...some had never been outside of their parish. my heart goes out to these children. they were all so wide-eyed and beautiful. no matter what they did to aggrivate us leaders, and no matter how much we fussed...they knew we were there because we loved them...and they loved us right back.
as the days wore on, and we got more comfortable with each other...a strange thing happend. we all became friends. i wasn't the adult anymore. i was the friend that they wanted to share things with. they told me about their families and their friends...they told me about their relationships with their parents and how they're handling the new divorce...and how they're nervous about the new school next year. they told me lots of things that i'm sure their parents would love to know. and i encouraged them to tell their parents those things, too.
it's a beautiful thing when you see a child's mind at work for good. these kids are our future. i'm glad i had a part (however minute) in helping guide them in their journey.
if you live in this area and want to be part of teen institute next year, get in touch with me and i can tell you how. i promise there's not a dull moment.
i had to go take some kids to camp last week. i say it like that because it wasn't something i had planned to do. i found out about it the day before we had to leave. i enjoyed it to an extent, but there were certain kids that were determined to make everyone else's time there miserable.
sometimes, as i was frantically searching for kids who had wandered off...i found myself angry at the kids and wondering why they couldn't act more mature. then, i realized that they were 12-15 years old...they aren't supposed to act mature. they were supposed to act exactly like they did.
the kids were there to learn about drugs & alcohol & how to be leaders in their schools. some of these kids had never been to camp before...some had never been outside of their parish. my heart goes out to these children. they were all so wide-eyed and beautiful. no matter what they did to aggrivate us leaders, and no matter how much we fussed...they knew we were there because we loved them...and they loved us right back.
as the days wore on, and we got more comfortable with each other...a strange thing happend. we all became friends. i wasn't the adult anymore. i was the friend that they wanted to share things with. they told me about their families and their friends...they told me about their relationships with their parents and how they're handling the new divorce...and how they're nervous about the new school next year. they told me lots of things that i'm sure their parents would love to know. and i encouraged them to tell their parents those things, too.
it's a beautiful thing when you see a child's mind at work for good. these kids are our future. i'm glad i had a part (however minute) in helping guide them in their journey.
if you live in this area and want to be part of teen institute next year, get in touch with me and i can tell you how. i promise there's not a dull moment.
posted by agirlnamedbob. @ 11:12 PM
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