Camp Courage
This past week I had one of the best experiences of my life. Since we had a week between the end of the school year and summer school, I had the opportunity to try something I've never done before, I went to summer camp. Of course my first camp experience wasn't as a camper, but as a counselor.
A few months ago a fellow AmeriCorps member mentioned to me that she was going to talk to one of our supervisors about being camp counselors during our week off. This wasn't your typical summer camp though. She had previously been a counselor for Camp Courage, a week long camp for children who have lost loved ones. I immediately was interested in being counselor, but mostly because I wanted a chance to go to camp since I had never gone as a kid. After she began telling me more about the camp, I was really excited about the idea of not just getting to take part in camp-type activities, but also being able to work with kids who are dealing with a loss.
When we met with Becky Byrne a month before camp, she explained more about the camp, and I was ecstatic. I could tell from listening to her how passionate she was about this program. She runs Annies Hope, a non-profit that helps children and their families deal with death. Camp Courage is the big project that happens at the beginning of each summer. I knew from her enthusiasm, that I would be in for an incredible experience.
Last Saturday, less than 24 hours after my last day of school, I was on my way to Camp Courage. The first day was basically a chance for counselors to get to know one another, get proper training for the week and to start decorating in preparation for the kids to arrive on Sunday. There was a chance for some fun time, which for me was a 6-mile canoe trip down the Meramac River in the rain with 4 other counselors. After spending a few hours with all the counselors as well as the backbones of the camp, Ali and Annie, the assistant camp director and program director, I again realized that I was in for quite a week. Everyone had so much energy (it was a bit overwhelming for me at the time, but I think it was mainly because I was exhausted from the end of the school year) and seemed so dedicated to making it the best week possible for all of the kids. On Sunday, we continued to decorate for the Hollywood theme of camp as well as put together short movies with small groups that would be shown at the Academy Awards to all of the kids. By the time the kids were ready to arrive, there was so much energy that any exhaustion was quickly wiped out. Of course we ended up having to wait an extra 3 hours for the kids to arrive due to a falt tire on one of the buses.
As the buses pulled up, all the counselors were dressed in wacky costumes (I was a lobster) and ran along side the buses as they were coming up the drive. After the kids got off the buses and were given refreshments, the introduced each kid as they ran through a tunnel of counselors cheering them on. Now, I've never been to camp before, but I'm pretty sure this is unlike any other camp experience out there. I think the idea is to set a tone that even after a loss there's a lot to celebrate and be excited about and by having counselors get crazy and excited, it rubs off on the kids. After dinner and a quick meeting with the cabin (I was with teenaged boys) the whole camp went down to the river for a candle lighting ceremony where all the campers are invited to share their loss and light a candle. To hear some of these kids' memories and what they had experienced, I was deeply moved. It's amazing what some of these children had experienced at such a young age, but so many of them had the courage to speak publicly and openly about their loss. I began to see how mature these kids were at such a young age.
Working with middle schoolers all year, I was very comfortable being a counselor for teen boys. Most of the guys were in high school or about to go to high school, so they were slightly older than the students I worked with, but I was at ease when I was getting to know them. I think most of them could tell that I was comfortable being around teenagers which put them a lot more at ease with me and allowed them to trust me almost immediately. It was important to me not to be simply a counselor, but a friend as well.
As most of you know, when I get the chance to act and play like a kid, I rarely turn it down, and being at camp gave me several opportunities to act like I was younger than my age. The guys had a natural rivalry with the teen girls which included the kidnapping of mascots. I helped them create a ransom note as well as take pictures of the captured mascot ready to be totured. Besides those activities I also got to raft, swim, do some arts and crafts and take part in an all-out mud fight that included silly string and whipped cream. I think in one week's time I made up for all of the fun I missed out on by not going to summer camp.
Besides being a fun experience, I learned that despite how mature many of these kids were, they were all still kids (even the teen boys). Sure they had dealt with a lot that made them wise beyond their years, but deep down they still wanted and needed others to comfort them and care for them. I had a couple of guys who freely shared with me the struggles that they've been dealing with daily since their loss and how they try and cope. I took walks in the morning with one of the campers just to talk and listen, and I came away amazed at his maturity. Another boy who started the week as a quiet, observant kid, was dancing crazy at the dance by the end of the week and taking part in cheers before meals so we could be served first. By the end of the week I was sad to see the campers leave. I gave many of them my e-mail and phone number so if they ever want to get together or have a chat.
I'm hoping I'll be able to make it back next year, otherwise, I'll be sure to get back in the future. I knew going in to the week I was in for an awesome experience, but it went way beyond my expectations. If for some reason I never make it back to Camp Courage, I'll still have memories of 1 week that should last me a lifetime.
A few months ago a fellow AmeriCorps member mentioned to me that she was going to talk to one of our supervisors about being camp counselors during our week off. This wasn't your typical summer camp though. She had previously been a counselor for Camp Courage, a week long camp for children who have lost loved ones. I immediately was interested in being counselor, but mostly because I wanted a chance to go to camp since I had never gone as a kid. After she began telling me more about the camp, I was really excited about the idea of not just getting to take part in camp-type activities, but also being able to work with kids who are dealing with a loss.
When we met with Becky Byrne a month before camp, she explained more about the camp, and I was ecstatic. I could tell from listening to her how passionate she was about this program. She runs Annies Hope, a non-profit that helps children and their families deal with death. Camp Courage is the big project that happens at the beginning of each summer. I knew from her enthusiasm, that I would be in for an incredible experience.
Last Saturday, less than 24 hours after my last day of school, I was on my way to Camp Courage. The first day was basically a chance for counselors to get to know one another, get proper training for the week and to start decorating in preparation for the kids to arrive on Sunday. There was a chance for some fun time, which for me was a 6-mile canoe trip down the Meramac River in the rain with 4 other counselors. After spending a few hours with all the counselors as well as the backbones of the camp, Ali and Annie, the assistant camp director and program director, I again realized that I was in for quite a week. Everyone had so much energy (it was a bit overwhelming for me at the time, but I think it was mainly because I was exhausted from the end of the school year) and seemed so dedicated to making it the best week possible for all of the kids. On Sunday, we continued to decorate for the Hollywood theme of camp as well as put together short movies with small groups that would be shown at the Academy Awards to all of the kids. By the time the kids were ready to arrive, there was so much energy that any exhaustion was quickly wiped out. Of course we ended up having to wait an extra 3 hours for the kids to arrive due to a falt tire on one of the buses.
As the buses pulled up, all the counselors were dressed in wacky costumes (I was a lobster) and ran along side the buses as they were coming up the drive. After the kids got off the buses and were given refreshments, the introduced each kid as they ran through a tunnel of counselors cheering them on. Now, I've never been to camp before, but I'm pretty sure this is unlike any other camp experience out there. I think the idea is to set a tone that even after a loss there's a lot to celebrate and be excited about and by having counselors get crazy and excited, it rubs off on the kids. After dinner and a quick meeting with the cabin (I was with teenaged boys) the whole camp went down to the river for a candle lighting ceremony where all the campers are invited to share their loss and light a candle. To hear some of these kids' memories and what they had experienced, I was deeply moved. It's amazing what some of these children had experienced at such a young age, but so many of them had the courage to speak publicly and openly about their loss. I began to see how mature these kids were at such a young age.
Working with middle schoolers all year, I was very comfortable being a counselor for teen boys. Most of the guys were in high school or about to go to high school, so they were slightly older than the students I worked with, but I was at ease when I was getting to know them. I think most of them could tell that I was comfortable being around teenagers which put them a lot more at ease with me and allowed them to trust me almost immediately. It was important to me not to be simply a counselor, but a friend as well.
As most of you know, when I get the chance to act and play like a kid, I rarely turn it down, and being at camp gave me several opportunities to act like I was younger than my age. The guys had a natural rivalry with the teen girls which included the kidnapping of mascots. I helped them create a ransom note as well as take pictures of the captured mascot ready to be totured. Besides those activities I also got to raft, swim, do some arts and crafts and take part in an all-out mud fight that included silly string and whipped cream. I think in one week's time I made up for all of the fun I missed out on by not going to summer camp.
Besides being a fun experience, I learned that despite how mature many of these kids were, they were all still kids (even the teen boys). Sure they had dealt with a lot that made them wise beyond their years, but deep down they still wanted and needed others to comfort them and care for them. I had a couple of guys who freely shared with me the struggles that they've been dealing with daily since their loss and how they try and cope. I took walks in the morning with one of the campers just to talk and listen, and I came away amazed at his maturity. Another boy who started the week as a quiet, observant kid, was dancing crazy at the dance by the end of the week and taking part in cheers before meals so we could be served first. By the end of the week I was sad to see the campers leave. I gave many of them my e-mail and phone number so if they ever want to get together or have a chat.
I'm hoping I'll be able to make it back next year, otherwise, I'll be sure to get back in the future. I knew going in to the week I was in for an awesome experience, but it went way beyond my expectations. If for some reason I never make it back to Camp Courage, I'll still have memories of 1 week that should last me a lifetime.
