Category Archives: Kids

You’re Going to Miss Me When I Move to China

One summer, a sweet little camper found his way into my heart. He was one of the littlest campers. He didn’t talk much. He did like to flex his muscles (literally) quite regularly and smile that awkward 4 year old smile. Truthfully, if it weren’t for what he said to me on his second to last day at camp, I don’t know that I would remember him so well.

 

It went something like this:

Me: Good morning!

Camper: You’re going to miss me when I move to China.

Me: (confused pause)… yeah, bud, I guess I will…

Camper: Yup! (runs off to play)

 

On his last day of camp I mentioned the conversation to his dad. His dad replied, “Oh yeah, we are moving this weekend.”

 

That was the last I saw of the little camper, and you know what? He was right. I miss him.

 

This summer, a preschooler was here for the summer. Guess where he went back to? China, you guessed? Close, Singapore. But still, this little student made me think of my little camper.

 

Some of my camp friends and I will tell each other, “You’re going to miss me when I move to China.” It is a silly way of telling each other that we miss the other person.

 

I may even be guilty of having said it once or twice to non-camp people when really what I should have said was, “I am going to miss you when you leave.” I then find myself having to explain my absurd declaration.

 

I don’t generally rock at expressing my emotions, especially those vulnerable and tender ones, like goodbyes, because sometimes goodbyes are difficult. Usually goodbyes are difficult. I think they are especially challenging when they are the kind of goodbyes we say at the end of summer camp, or really any short lived but deeply loved relationship. It is hard to say, “this was brief, but you ended up meaning so much to me, we might never see each other again, we might even forget about each other, but right now, in this moment, I don’t have to words to tell you how important you are, and I wish I could pause time for just a little bit, I am not sure I am ready to say good-bye.”

 

So instead I might say, “You’re going to miss me when I move to China.”

 

No words for that good bye, just a long hug at the end of summer
No words for this good-bye, just a long hug at the end of summer

 

Advertisements

Maybe If We Get the Cars and a Fish the Boys Will Come Too

I recently started working with 3 year olds. This has been a new experience for me. Prior to this I was working with teenagers, teaching high school and middle school (the latter for a brief stint).

 

I’ve worked at the elementary school level and I worked at and ran a summer camp for kindergarten through 9th grade. My staff was made up of high school and college age kids. So when the opportunity to teach an age I have the credentials to teach but have never tried, came up I was excited for the new challenge. It has been a about two weeks and I can already tell you I am tired. Tired and happy. I have also made one important observation.

 

Kids know how to keep it real. We adults could learn a lesson or two from them.

 

1. When you want to end things with someone, just tell them.

“I just need you to give me my own space right now.”

 

2. When someone ends things with you, bow out with grace and dignity.

“Okay, I will play something else.”

 

3. Being clear about your feelings.

“Look I am not mad at you, you just don’t know things, but I am going to give you a chance.”

 

4. Know what other people like, and how to entice them to hang out with you.

“We should have a dance party. Maybe if we get the cars and a fish the boys will come too.”

I feel like I should tell you the ratio of boys to girls is 14:4.

 

5. Don’t be afraid to tell people how you feel.

“Aimee, I don’t really like you. Sorry.”

“Me and him are best friends.” “Yeah, I’m the husband.”

“I love you so much, will you be my teacher forever?”

“I am just so done with this. It is time for something else.”

 

6. Finally, don’t be ashamed to admit your shortcomings.

“Do you want to add a propellor to your airplane?” “No, I can’t. I am not a doctor.”

I am looking forward to finding out what other life lessons these little ones might teach me over the course of the year.