I was supposed to be at girls camp today. Have I ever mentioned how much I love girls camp? I didn't as a youth... had to be bribed into going. I actually almost hated it. (But hey... I think you might not have liked it so much either if your very first year you went with just one other girl from your ward and NO leaders. We were told not to worry about a tent... there was one in the storage shed at church we could use. And guess what, that "tent" turned out to be an actual TEEPEE! I kid you NOT! Not only was it totally embarrassing, but it was hot! And, there was only ONE outhouse that we could use, and no showers. And when we went on our big hike, we were promised an awesome swimming hole at the end. That was dried up, and then they got us lost on our way back to camp. We probably hiked about 10 miles (ok... that might be an exaggeration!) The next year we went back to the same campgound, but they at least let us pay $1 to go take showers at another campgound, and they actually took us to the swimming pool. Sorry... I digress...)
Anyway... I had to make the tough decision to not go to camp this year. I was supposed to be the first level leader. And the girls were so cute and so much fun. I got to meet them in March during a camp meeting. That made the decision even harder because I knew what cuteness and fun I was going to be missing out on. I tried to convince myself that I could still go, but would just have to take it easy. I was sure that I would be fine enough after my surgery to go. I decided I really needed to pray about it. I had that deep down gut feeling that I shouldn't do it, but I just couldn't stand not being with all that cute and fun!
So, it took me a while to actually make that final decision. I finally did, though, and let the stake know I would not be able to make it. I know now that it was the right decision to make. Seems that I am a slow healer, and my body is not moving as quickly as my spirit wishes it would. I had a doc appt. this week. I am healing nicely, but still have more healing to do. Being at camp this week might have just put me in bed for another 2 or 3 weeks. And trust me... there are moments when I can't stand the thoughts of being in bed anymore. There are other times, though, when I can't wait to get there, and I'm afraid I would have had lots of those if I had gone.
I am missing my baby, who is at camp this week. I know she is having fun, though. I am sure camp will be a wonderful experience for all those attending... it is every year. I've been to camp 12 of the last 14 years, and this is the only year I have not voluntarily gone. (One year they didn't want me because I had just been released as the stake camp leader... who would want that hanging around? I understood, but I still cried like a dadgum baby! ) I hope they will have me back next year. I hope this body cooperates and lets me!
