Hi :)
You know, every time I write, I'm not sure how to start. Do I jump right in, or do I say hello first?
I'll get the hang of it someday. I don't know if it'll be soon.
So for now, please excuse my recycling usage of "hi," "hello," and "hey."
Anyway's, summer is closing to an end :P
This summer for me has been a bit busy, not going to lie. 2 months away from school is simply not enough. I'll soon be in college, thinking the same. Then, if I work full time, I'll relish these days.
I know it.
But for now, I'll find a middle ground.
Right?
I've been working at a local day camp watching kids. The first week and a half was a bit rocky, (mainly because I was getting use to engaging with them). I forgot how kids are sometimes. It's been a while since I had to entertain a kid.
I mean, I have younger cousins who are 10-ish, but they're always occupied by their phones whenever they visit.
I was out of the loop.
Urgh, technology can be too much at times. Does anyone agree?
In the end, it all worked out. I had a fun time playing board games and talking to a loving group of 24 hyperactive kids.
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| On my first day, I taught a little girl, named Liz, how to draw a cat and bunny (the bottom one is mine). She was a sweet and feisty girl who wasn't shy about wanting to braid my hair :) |
Funny thing is -- every time I mention the day camp to my friends, I always refer to them as, "my kids."
I do think of them as "my kids" though.
I may not be their school teachers, family members, or friends that have been around for a long time. After all, I've only known them for 2 months. But it was enough for me to care about them.
For the whole time I was a junior counselor, I'm surrounded by their different stories and backgrounds.
I've seen the thick and thin of my little ones.
A few boo-boo's, cries, and arguments between the kids, but it made me realize
one important lesson that has sunk into me.
-- At a young age, influence is the key thing that can change someone. Whether it's for the good or the bad. --
As a teen, I heard this before and waved it away. It doesn't bother me, because I've grown up. I'm old enough to understand what is around me, and what is not (I'm still learning of course).
But for these kids, or, all kids in general.
They're still innocent. Pure. Naive.
Most importantly. They're happy.
Well, in some way.
So when I ask about their home and school life, it has really shaped my perspective on how kids turn out from different upbringings.
They go on about with their days though. Through the ups and downs, their energy doesn't waver.
Nothing fazes them from wanting me to push them on the swings, or chase them around the playground.
They have so much
life in them.
They're
living in the moment.
Living!!
Without much clue of what growing up means, it's
eye opening.
They've been the sweetest little rascals, and has brought so much to my life in the short 2 months we had together.
So this is for my kids --
I don't know if I'll ever see you again, but I hope we do. I hope you'll remember your summer as well as I do.
Until next time ~
xx Vicky
