Summer Camp


There is something very special about being away from your parents for the first time, sleeping under the stars, hiking and canoeing.
Jami Gertz quotes

I have never been to summer camp.. Well with the exception of going for a week with my whole grade six class, however, I do not count that experience as a major event in my life. Both my children have gone to camp, my daughter has stopped, however, my son has the Camp Bug, and looks forward to going every year.

William, now 12, aspires to be a camp counsellor in 4 years, so this will be his last year as a regular camper, next year he will be a CIT (counsellor in training). Usually, our family receives a scholarship and help from family to get William there, however, this year the scholarship is not available. Therefore, we need to look outside our circle of friends and fam for help.

It is such a great experience for Wil to go to Camp Amy Molson. Many underprivileged children go there, and he feels like a guide to these kids since he is older now. My son is ADHD, thus the reason he was getting a scholarship.. The respite used to be for ME and not him! Yet now its all for him! I miss him when he goes to camp. If you go a year back into my posts, you can see some of the things William has gone through.. It has been tough for him. So going to camp is a vacation away from me and all the “Do this William do that” and “William!! Did you break that glass?” “William focus!” “William get to bed.. Brush your teeth… pick that up!” Because we constantly try to help him concentrate on the task at hand, especially during the school year!

So, with help from all of you, even if it is just in prayer, we can help make my son’s dream come true. Maybe he will even be able to go to 2 sessions this year, who knows?…

If you want to help you may use the ChipIn page or just send me an email at: kim.larocque@sympatico.ca or go to his Facebook Page The Camp Experience

With love

Kim

Mom, my tummy hurts…


Three years ago:

Every single morning my son has an ache in his body.  This has been a habit these past couple of years in the morning before school.  There are days I kept him home, to realize that the days before he had a conflict at school.  Another bully, another teasing session, another label a teacher put on him.

I can’t help but feel outraged!  I feel for him and I want to fix it.  Yet, at 11 years old, I cannot fix all his woes, I can only be of support.  I try to give him the tools I find online.  Just google bullying and you will find an array of advice on how to help your child with the fact he has been the “chosen one” and he will have to face these “bullies” all througout his life.  My son has ADHD and yes he’s impulsive, figety and somewhat immature for his age… However, he is also creative, funny and very kind.  He is also known in school for his vigilante skills.. or fighting for the “little one”.

Children can be cruel.  I have been through teasing in primary and secondary school.  My weight, it seems, was an issue for everyone and I was called “fat” “fatso” “pig” “grosse toutoune” “la grosse” etc..etc..  I ended up thinking I was fat all my life, and I still do.  I guess, at 44, I lived up to their expectations.  That is my issue now, thus, when my son comes home crying, I cannot help but cry with him.  I know I have to take charge of my own bullying demons to be able to help him with his.  I do not want him growing up thinking his childhood labels define him.

My son has “punched” a bully twice (please know that for some reason he has a couple of different ones), and I know he’s not perfect either.  However, the day he stood up for himself was the day “that” particular bully stopped teasing him.  And to tell you the complete truth:  High fives were in order that day!  I took him out for ice cream.  I know violence is wrong, yet after all the times he:  talked to an adult who didn’t listen, asked the bully to stop, turned and walked away and the teasing just kept on going.. well a wallop was in order!!

So what do you think?  Have you experienced bullying?

If so.. how did you cope?

Blessings