This past week, my son John (who has undergone three open heart surgeries) attended Camp Rhythm sponsored by St. Louis Children's Hospital. It is a totally awesome camp. All the campers are heart kids. Many of the volunteers are their former nurses and doctors. Some of the camp counselors are past campers themselves. For a week, John and his camping buddies got to swim, fish, horseback ride and sing camp songs. In addition to the ' normal campy stuff', they got to see, touch and dissect a cows heart.
After picking him up and on the forty minute drive home, he told me all about it - in that special 12 year old boy way. This is pretty much the conversation...
Me: "John, how was camp?"
John: "Okay, I guess."
Me: "Did you have fun?"
John: "mmm hmm"
Me: "So what all did you do?"
John: "I don't remember."
He possesses his father's communication skills.
Me: (Trying to jog his memory) "Did you do the zip line?"
John: "Yeah."
Me: "Was it totally awesome?"
John: "Do we have to talk about this now. I'm tired."
The words - so familiar... just coming out of a smaller frame.
The Camp provided a website to view and order pics of their activities. Later that day (after a nap), John and I looked through the pictures together. He excitedly told me about his activities and pointed out the new friends he has made. He told me how this is the best camp EVER and he wants to go again next year.
One of the greatest things about this camp - no one questioned the lines on his chest because...
All the campers were Rockin' the Scar!
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