Foos Ball Face Off

YaYa returned from camp with a little more maturity and confidence. It’s like this every year but, this year, it hit me harder than usual. Teenager! My son is well on his way to being a teenager. Given BoBo’s rocky path, this frightens me to no end. And yet…

YaYa’s counselors could not stop raving about him. One by one, as we went around so YaYa could say a final goodbye, they told me how wonderful it was to have him at camp. Thanking me profusely for letting him come, each used words like “lead,” “help,” and “encourage” to describe him. One told me of how he bravely lead off the Roots discussion — where participants describe how they came to Camp Kesem. For my son, this included the fact that Cancer took his father from him at age 8. His bravery and honest in the discussions throughout the week encouraged others to “look up to him” and to do the same.

YaYa expressed a reciprocal respect and admiration for these awesome counselors. Not only do they encourage, they motivate as well. My son looks up to them and is hoping to enter a prestigious college where, after a whole lot of hard work and luck, he could also make a difference in both his future as well as the lives of others.