We took the twins (2 year old boys) camping last weekend; this was their third time. We went swimming in the pool, splashed in the lake, bonded with Grammie and Grandpa, and ate mysterious and magnificent foods that they don’t usually get the pleasure of eating.
Despite the occasional glass shattering, nails on the chalkboard, I think my eardrums are bleeding SCREAMING; the boys are becoming quite the little camping pros. There was that one morning they woke up at 6:20am (an hour and half before quiet hours were over); my husband and I brought them over to our pop-out bed and were excited for a family cuddle session. HA!
The cuddling lasted barely a minute and we then started a desperate and grueling 15 minutes of trying to keep them quiet…”Look here’s a ball. Want some Cherrios? Can you find something red? Pet the puppy. Share with your brother. Let’s change your diaper. Want to wear this shirt? Should we make some toast? Excited to see Grammie and Grandpa? Here’s your car. Want a banana?”
All of that got us maybe 15 minutes. So, daddy took them for a walk around the sleeping and very quiet campground. I ran to the bathroom and started the coffee. A few minutes later, as clear as if he were right next to my ear, but knowing he was rows and rows away from our campsite, I hear that award-winning SCREECH. Wow, GOOD MORNING CAMPERS! I know dear one, it is so difficult to take turns walking the puppy. Ah, two year olds.
All in all though, we had a blast on our camp-tastic weekend!
I love the hustle and bustle of the campground and walking around people watching. However, my absolute FAVORITE time is when the campground is sleeping. This happens twice in a day. One, when you run to the restroom very late at night and two, in the very early morning before everyone is awake.
If you walk around the campground during those peaceful times, you’ll find campsites still fully assembled, but quietly abandoned. Campers leave everything out in the open when they go to bed…bikes neatly lined up next to the camper, a small fortune of grilling and cooking utensils on the picnic table, and chairs circled around the campfire pit.
There were dozens of campsites, each one with a set of unique chairs huddled around the silent fire pit. The visual really hit me and I couldn’t help but think of how the chairs around the campfire represent “my people.”
Everyone’s set of “people” is unique. “Your people” are the ones you want gathered around your campfire.
- They are the people who have your back as you sneak through the woods in search of kindling and that perfect marshmallow roasting stick.
- They are the people you’d want to share a blanket with when the night gets chilly.
- They are the people you’d want to laugh with under the stars.
- They are the people you’d want to enjoy silent moments with as you all stare into the orangey blue flames.
- They are the people you’d pick for your s’mores assembly line team.
- They are the people you’d want to spend hours reminiscing with as the fire crackles between each memory.
“My people” are precious. “Your people” are precious.
Yet, how often do we find ourselves being
a little nicer to people that do not know us
than to those who know us best?
We do not need to cross oceans or even streets to find people to care for. We each have people, “our people” that need us. “My people” include my hubby, my boys, my parents, siblings and their families, my two grandmas and one grandma who we have adopted, and close friends. “Your people” may be similar or different. You may have more people or fewer.
Who are your people?
- It is admirable to make donations to charitable organizations, but don’t forget the pregnant friend that could use a delivered meal.
- Please do offer smiles and hold doors for perfect strangers, but don’t forget gentleness and thoughtfulness in your words when speaking to your spouse.
- By all means, volunteer your time and attend those committee meetings, but don’t forget to drop all the nonsense to hug or tickle-fest your little one.
- Pour yourself into your work if you must, but don’t forget to visit those grandmas and plan those family get-togethers.
The people you’d want huddled around your campfire; those are your people!
Please join me in taking better care of “OUR people” FIRST.