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Royal Family Kids Camp: Princesses in Flip Flops | by Linda Brendle

Cover of "Princess (DK Make-Believe)"

(NOTE: This is a continuation of a series about my week as a counselor at Royal Family Kids Camp, a camp for foster children, most of whom have been the victim of some kind of abuse. To read what has gone before, see the links at the bottom of this post.)

Weepy Thursday

I woke up feeling weepy Thursday morning. Not only did my ankle hurt, but my heart also hurt, knowing that I’d be saying good-by to Jane and Sue in a little over 24 hours. If the girls shared my anxiety, they didn’t show it. The teen helpers had set up a nail salon in the common area in preparation for The Royal Tea later in the day, and before breakfast all the girls were sporting nails with rainbow colors, glitter polish, decals, and more. But Tea Party or not, we were still at camp, and we had dance class, activity centers, and Kids’ Club. Before you know it, it was time for lunch. And then it was TIME… (more…)

Royal Family Kids Camp: The Zip-line | by Linda Brendle

RFKCBreakfast

Tuesday was our first full day, and that was an apt description. Most of the counselors got up between 5:30 and 6:30 in order to get ready before the chaos began. We woke our campers around 7:00 and were in the dining hall shortly after 8:00. This was when I realized I needed to get everything that was offered in the serving line. If I didn’t want it, someone else did.

“Miss Linda, are you going to eat your sausages?”

“Miss Linda, can I have your cereal?” (more…)

Royal Family Kids Camp: Swimming, Activity Centers, and Issues

Monday Afternoon – Lunch

The first thing on the agenda after meeting our campers was lunch. Meals can be a bonding experience. We sat with Judi, my counselor buddy, and her girls at our assigned places, and as we joined hands to say grace, I felt connections being made.

Food also raises issues. Sandwiches were on the menu, and Jane cleaned her plate, but Sue didn’t want to eat. The server talked her into taking the bread and the sides, but she pushed them around the plate and nibbled at a potato or two. I wondered if she really wasn’t hungry or if she had underlying issues.

Swimming

But I wasn’t there to psychoanalyze. I was there to help provide a safe place where the kids could have fun. We found the girls’ luggage and moved them into the dorm. We were supposed to have quiet time next, but swimming was coming up, and we had to check to see if everyone had swimsuits, flip flops, and beach towels. (more…)

The Cycle of Life | by Linda Brendle

We laid Mom to rest yesterday. We celebrated her life with a simple but heartfelt memorial service attended by a few relatives and close friends. It was the feminine version of the service we held for Dad 53 weeks ago. (more…)

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