This week of camp has been a good one. I had the opportunity to meet one on one with eight of our ten female counselors yesterday and I was amazed at the things that God is doing in the lives of our campers. I feel like our staff this summer is amazing (despite mine and Kyle's total lack of organization or "with-itness").
Heather was able to come this week which was a HUGE help. She worked here for three summers and knows what she's doing. I'm not sure how I would have made it through this week without her.
So, I came to a realization today. Jack's crying is not my fault. I think for some reason, I've blamed his fussiness over the last couple of days on myself. I've assumed that I've done something wrong or that he's miserable because of something I'm not doing. But sometimes babies just cry, right?
This morning he screamed like I've never heard him scream before and of course it brought me to tears as well. It only lasted for about 10 seconds and I still haven't figured out why he was crying.
I know this was kind of boring, but that's all I've got for now . . .
No comments:
Post a Comment