No explanations required. They. Just. Get. It.
With the school year coming to a close last week, I had made arrangements for the kids to attend a week of mini-camp and Session 1 at the JCC daycamp they’ve been attending for several years. Both Beernut and Poppyseed agreed that they wanted the opportunity to be at camp one last time before The Big Move. That Poppyseed waxed eloquently about her excitement to attend Aquamania as her minicamp session, I
stupidly naturally assumed that Beernut was on board for that option this year as well.
I was wrong.
Though Beernut has finally learned to enjoy being in the water, the kids his age prefer to attend either the sports session or the field trip session during this week. Though he has absolutely NO INTEREST in being in either of those sessions, he feels awkward being in a different group.
All it took was one comment. I casually mentioned Beernut’s apprehension to Ariella, the Assistant Director, and, without hesitation, she wondered if Beernut would enjoy being a CIT for one of the younger groups.
“You mean they want me to help?” Beernut was astonished at the notion that Camp would place such trust in him. I could see him sit up a little taller.
Ariella knew that there was a place for Beernut at camp. And one that would give him the opportunity to grow.
“Let’s get you a walkie, Beernut, and get you over to your group.”
A high-five. He turned. And walked away.