This week was a big week in our house. Ava is taking part in day camp for the first time. All weekend leading up to Monday morning, when we would check her in and learn all the things that parents of day-campers need to know, I would get overwhelmed with the thought that our little peanut is nearly 6. And friends, let me tell you…that happened far too quickly. She is a third of the way to 18…a fact that makes me want to alternate between sobbing in the fetal position in my bed and wanting to cuddle and spend every last minute with that little girl that I can. I am so thankful though that she is old enough to take this step on her own. And I am so thrilled that she is doing this, bravely taking steps, and that she is thriving.
Another thing that kept happening this weekend is that Ava would ask about camp. Trying to get a feel of what to expect…what exactly she would be doing and what would be expected of her. A big topic of conversation was if she would have to do things she was scared to do (zip-line, climbing various things of various heights and degrees of scariness). I assured her that she would not be forced to do anything she didn’t want to.
And then I get this picture Monday afternoon (thanks Jenny!)
My girl. Trying something something new and exciting and scary. My heart just about burst.
When I picked her up, she couldn’t contain her joy- telling stories about all the fun things that she got to experience. And how she LOVES day camp. So thankful. I listened and smiled and asked questions thanking God the whole time…thanking Him for so much. For my sweet girl who is growing up before my eyes, for people who are loving her and teaching her about Him and His goodness and promises. Thankful for the opportunity to let her experience this. For her sweet personality and bravery and that she is healthy enough to do such a wonderful thing- I try not to take these things for granted.
And I think I forgot how AMAZING Spring Hill is. As a camper it is awesome, but I have a whole new appreciation of their excellence and how they minister to kids as parent. Wow. Just wow, really.
So far 2 out of the 3 days I have forgotten something and had to come back with it. I am not the best with details, especially important ones. Whatever. But, really I don’t mind. I love being able to watch the everyday miracles that are happening…they are happening all day right there, at that school. It’s amazing. Praying for the counselors, and the eager hearts they are speaking life into and bringing such joy to. Praying for those sweet kiddos and what they get to be a part of for a few days, and the incredible impact it can make.
So, I feel like I am watching my girl grow up this week. I remember (partially) reading a book in jr high about how time passes by, and sometimes it seems so slow and then other times it just races by…and it seems for me, this is a racing by season. There is such sweetness to it, familiarity and comfort. But there is excitement and adventure just up ahead.
Thankful in about a million different ways.