My daughter and I are spending the week together in the northwoods of lush, green Wisconsin. Girl Scout Camp comes once a year.
I feel like I have escaped from prison.
This is my first year serving as Unit Leader, there are 16 girls in our troop, and they are hilarous. They are so free, and unpretentious. So, innocent and brave.
As I soak in their smiles, and endless questions (generally fired at me in rapid succession from every angle) I can’t help to think of all of you.
You girls are like my secret family, I feel very protective of all of you. I think about you absorbed in this obsession, so tied to it, like you are all chained to the floor, just struggling to stand up. I wish I could take each one of you with me, let you smell the warm air, feel the sun on your skin, and remember what it was like to be just a girl.
Just a girl, absorbed in the wonderment of life. A girl comfortable in her own skin.
Will any of you ever return there? I think so. I pray so. I believe you certainly can.
I know this much. I am blessed to have found my way, and I will do all I can to help you find yours.
Love you all,