Confessions of a Mom on the 1st Day of YMCA Camp

Kim Heiar, one of our Financial Development Specialists, shares her "confessions" of the first day sending her daughter to YMCA Camp. For those of you who've been there before, this should bring back happy memories. And for those who've yet to experience it, it's a wonderful story of a child growing up!

As a former day camp and resident camp counselor, I was more then excited as I got my almost four year old daughter Ellie ready to attend YMCA Day Camp Streefland this morning. She was certainly more then ready and had a huge smile on her face as I put her new, mammoth backpack on her shoulders-filled with all the camp necessities (bug spray, sunscreen, swimsuit, towel, lunch, water bottle etc.).

We headed to the camp bus stop, conveniently our place of worship and waited with the older, bigger kids. Gracie came with and of course had to have a backpack on her shoulders too. As the bus came I saw Ellie moving up in line, trying to cut ahead of the bigger girl in front of her. As I reminded her that she needed to wait her turn, I marveled at how ready she was for this experience-not at all frightened but wanting it to start as soon as possible. The counselor found Ellie’s name and as I snapped photographs furiously, I noticed that other then almost tipping over from the weight of her backpack when she took her first step on the bus, Ellie did not look back. Not once. Not to give me a reassuring smile or perhaps to question the experience of a first bus ride. She put one foot in front of the other and got on the bus.

I could not see Ellie from the outside, so when another mom with a camera came off the bus, I gave myself permission to go ahead and board the bus and take a few shots myself. Ellie had found a seat with an older boy and looked up and smiled at the camera. (Yes, she is well trained!) I joked with the male counselor watching me take photos of Ellie that it would not be the last time that her mother embarrassed her in front of other kids. Gracie and I walked off the bus and away she went. Gracie cried, I think because she wanted to go with and that she would miss her big sister and I think comforting her was the only reason I did not cry myself. It seemed such a right of passage-almost like kindergarten.

That’s when it hit me. The role I had always sought to understand as the provider of youth services, I was now in. The parent. This was different then the YMCA swimming lessons and YMCA soccer Ellie has already participated in-I was not allowed to be a spectator. I needed to trust that the camp staff would take care of my baby and keep her safe, protect her and help her grow. WOW. I work for this amazing organization-other parents do this without even knowing us that well. What a privilege we have!

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