Thank you, Camp Echoing Hills!

All is right in this autism mom’s world!  About half an hour ago, the kids got home from a week at  Camp Echoing Hills.  I was so excited all morning – just waiting to go pick them up.

The camp is so organized that when I got there, I could sign the kids out and load all of their stuff before I went to get them.  Each parent (caregiver) is given a paper showing that they signed the person out of camp, so that when I went to get the kids from the Rec hall, the counselors knew who I was there for.  (Like they need it – I think everyone knows me!)

Anyway, Casey and Rob were both sitting on the long porch, waiting.  Casey saw me first and the smile – oh the sweet smile – just  melted my heart.  Her eyes were shining and she jumped up to give me a hug – a real hug and even a kiss (with the mmmooooiii) sound on the cheek.  Rob saw me, then, and came right over.  “You are my friend, Mommy Jen.”  Yes, buddy – always, always your friend!

Rob was ready to bolt (he was hot – too stubborn to go inside when he knew I was on my way) but he did let his cabin counselors give him hugs.  He didn’t hug back, but leaned against them.  What an amazing sight to see!  I hope those young men know how special they are to Rob – he doesn’t like to be close to people, unless he completely trusts them.

The fact that cabin counselors came running to say goodbye to the kids meant the world to me.  I wish I could stand and talk to them – ask questions about the kids’ week.  What did they do?  Did he eat?  Did they sleep?  Did they make friends?  I want to know everything, even though I know that even typical parents don’t hear details about camp.

I did hear how silly Rob was one evening.  I heard that he went swimming as much as he could.  (and I wish so much we still had our pool!)  I heard that he drew faces on the steamed up windows.  I heard he is awesome – cool – so much fun.  And I wanted to cry.  I know all of that – but for strangers to say it… it was just so amazing.  Again, I hope the camp’s counselors (volunteers!) know how much they mean to him – to us.

I heard from both kids that swimming was the best part.  I heard that Casey made new friends – and she, of course, told me their birthdays.  I heard there was a dance with funny music.  I have no idea what that means, but Casey said it was funny.  Something she must not listen to, maybe.  Rob said “Twist” so maybe it was a 50s dance.  He loves to do the Twist.  Casey told me she sang in the talent show – “Jesus Take the Wheel” – and that Rob just watched.

She said she rode go-karts and went fast.  He said “go karts” and “get the van.”  They saw birds and butterflies and they listened to Jesus stories.  They saw a big cross and they watched a fire.  She is already asking when summer camp is next summer.

Of course, as soon as they walked in the door, they dropped 100 pounds of laundry (or so it seems!) and blankets on the kitchen floor.  She took Grover to camp, so she had to run upstairs and see Elmo.  Mandy brought Rob a huge box of magazines so he was immediately in his chair and happily ripping papers.  Life is good.

I wish I could explain to Echoing Hills what the camp means to me.  I missed the kids so much this week, but I had fun, too.  I even took a break from writing – a true vacation for me.   It is an odd feeling.  I went shopping, to the movies, spent an entire evening with Mandy.  I even went for a walk with my best friend, Tracie – a real, spur of the moment, “Let’s do this” walk.  We even sat and talked – almost 2 hours.  What an awesome feeling.  I think I would like that freedom.

I didn’t worry about cooking meals and didn’t have to be home by 3 each day.  There was little laundry to do.  I read a book – scrapbooked and crafted.  The porches got painted.  I could have done that while they were at work, but it was so much easier not trying to get it done before they came home – knowing Rob would walk around barriers and through the wet paint.  (and he would – you are only supposed to come in the front door from work!)

I watched TV and went to bed when I was tired, not when Rob finally went to sleep.  I enjoyed the quiet.  And I wondered what they were doing.  I wondered if the storms hit the camp like at home.  I worried Rob was stressed about the weather.  I wondered if Casey got to go swimming.  I hoped their cabin mates would be friendly.  And I wondered more.

It’s crazy.  You can take the autism out of the house for a week, but you can’t take the autism out of mom.  I knew they were having fun and being well cared for.  I knew they loved going to camp.  (Rob had his shoes on at 10:30 Sunday morning – we don’t leave till 1 for camp)  I was pretty sure they had everything they needed.  But still, it’s impossible for me to stop being mom.

Camp is over for another summer.  We all had fun.  We missed each other.  We belong together – with breaks at times.  They don’t want to be with mom all the time.  They are adults and need freedom.  They need the chance to be themselves without me watching every minute.  I need the chance to be me – not just their mom.

You need those chances, too.  So do your children.  They can’t grow to become the person they need to be if they aren’t given the chance to explore the world.  You will always worry – that can’t be stopped.  You still need to let your kids try new things.  You will be scared and they may be, too, but they need the opportunity.

If they want to learn to dance, find someone to teach them.  If they love to paint, find a teacher.  You will be surprised at how many talented people would love to help teach your child a new skill.  You won’t know until you ask.

As for me, I’m going to tackle laundry and thank God for Camp Echoing Hills – for counselors who see how special my kids are – for a staff that does everything possible for a fun, safe week.  I pray that every counselor and staff person knows that huge difference they make in the lives of the campers and their families.  I want them to know that they are awesome and, while I may not know each of their names, I am so grateful for their dedication and caring for Casey and Rob.  I can never say thank you enough.