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[Note: Susie Ma’am is our guest blogger for this one.]

I came to the summer camp experience late in life.    

I was never a camper as a child.  While some of my friends went to camp, I found their long and exciting conversations about their summers in Maine and upstate New York (I grew up in the Boston area) hard to follow.  I could tell that something special had happened for them, but I just did not “get it.”

I was never a summer camp counselor.  I worked with children, but my experiences were with at-risk teens (at a psych ward) and children with cancer (at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute).

I had graduated from the University of Michigan, worked for 3 years, and entered Kellogg Business School at Northwestern before I set foot on my first camp property.

I married into camp.  A former investment banker, Steve, and his brother were building a new summer camp on a beautiful lake in Texas near the town of Marble Falls. And after graduating from Harvard Business School, he planned to make “summer camp” his career.   We started dating while he was in Boston.  I knew early on that I was not just dating a guy, but also a Texan and a camp-nut.  As I started to think about the prospect of being together permanently, I knew that camp was part of the deal.

At the time, it was odd.  I saw the excitement and passion of all the full-time camp team, but did not understand.  I worked with the camp, but primarily in the back office as a bookkeeper/administrator.  With my graduate degree specializing in health care management, I assumed that I would end up working in hospital administration or consulting.  My time as a camp person was surely nothing more than a short-term stint.  Occasionally, a camper would ask me what I did at camp.  “Think of me as a pancreas – you are not quite sure what I do, but you are glad you have one.”

Each year, however, I found myself understanding it a bit more.  I would get a chance to chat with a camper at a meal and see her eyes light up as she talked about camp: “I can be MYSELF at camp and I LOVE that.  I wish I could be like this ALL THE TIME!” (For those of you who speak often to teenage girls, you understand the need to capitalize the key words.)  I would watch as campers hugged their parents at closing, as if they never wanted to be parted again, only to exclaim “I’m coming back next year!”

As time passed, I started to see and feel the magic of camp.  I attended 2-3 national and regional camp conferences annually.  I would listen to Steve passionately espouse the power of the away-from-home, community experience.  And I kept seeing the campers grow.  After hours of conversation and observation, I found myself enthusiastically buying into our Mission Statement: “to help every camper grow into the Champion they are intended to be.”

My education was coming along nicely.

The summer of 2005 was the final watershed.  Our three oldest children (twin 8-year-old boys and a 7-year-old daughter) went to camp for the first time. Sending them had been harder than I suspected it would be. 

Despite my understanding of camp, letting go had been hard. Upon their return, I realized immediately that it was worth it - they came back home so happy and with so many new skills that I was awed. Their newly acquired talents were more than learning pickleball or water-skiing, but extended to making their own beds, being responsible for their belongings, and, best of all, having the confidence to meet new people and prosper in whatever situation might arise.

I should have seen the effect of camp three years earlier.  The evidence was there.  When the boys were only 5 (21 years ago!?!?), they befriended a large number of campers during our first session of camp.  The session ended on a Saturday and the following session began the following Sunday.  That morning, 5-year old Liam shot out of our door like a cannon.  “Where are you going?” we asked.

“I am going to see my friends.”

“But Liam, your friends left yesterday, these are new campers.”

“I know - I am going to see the friends I haven’t met yet!”

Camp continued to be a huge part of our parenting strategy. Each of our children attended Camp Champions as well as another out-of-state camp. We wanted them to have an experience that is truly away-from-home. They have since each also had at least one solo overseas experience. The three oldest are now in their first jobs, while our youngest is preparing for her senior year of college this fall.

I now see my role at camp as crystal clear.  I am here to share my lessons with other parents.  I want them to understand the unique growth opportunities of camp.  I also want to help them deal with the challenges of separating from their children.

As I think over my over two decades in summer camping, I am reminded of George Bailey, Jimmy Stewart’s character in It’s a Wonderful Life.  In this classic film, George Bailey finds himself longing for a life more exciting than that offered by running a savings and loan in small Bedford Falls, but soon learns that he is exactly where he can make the greatest difference in the world.  He is only able to see this truth with the help of a child-like angel.

Just as George never left Bedford Falls, I never left Marble Falls.  Unlike him, I had more than one child-like angel to help me see the significance and importance of my work here.

Susie Ma’am