http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/05/29/the-camp-counselor-vs-the-intern/
This is the first summer since about 1993 that I will not be spending attending or working at a theatre camp. In the past two years I have become exceptionally jaded about what the whole camp experience means. I’ve been wondering how my life would be different if I had been able to go to science camp. Or sports camp. Space camp. Sleep away camp. Or gotten a non-camp job. Where would I be? Who would I be? Although who can say if it would have made any difference at all? Sometimes I like to tell myself that this is the path that I was meant to take and that it wouldn’t have made any difference what I did. (I know it’s a total lie. But it makes me feel a little better about my lack of a job title that I can be proud of.)
But I still have a poem written for me by 3 of my former campers on my wall (such great kids - they introduced me to wonders of Phineas and Ferb). I have a yarn doll made by another camper on my shelf. I feel bad that I’m not going back this year because that camper has been talking about being my CIT for years… she also introduced me to her mom this past summer by saying “she’s definitely not normal” and it was a complete compliment.
My campers will always have a place in my heart. But I think it’s time for me to leave the camp world.
