My sister, Carrie, has spent her time raising ten children, supporting her husband in his successful business ventures, volunteered countless hours to all manner of causes but especially those centered on her faith and her family, mothered and mentored scores of teenagers, and opened her home to any and every stray animal or child to wander up her country lane of a driveway. She always manages to turn up when I need her the most, bringing sunshine and laughter in her wake. Her kind, insightful soul has often spoken wisdom, grace and forgiveness when none other could manage a kind word.
Now that her children are grown, my sister delights in entertaining her grandchildren. Judging from the way my grandchildren attach themselves to her when she breezes into town for a few days now and again, I have a small inkling of the love her own bear for her.
One of the things she does for them is Nana Camp, which consists of a day with just Nana (and, maybe Bapa if he can finagle it) doing all sorts of wonderful things like painting their own aprons and then preparing their own meal, a trip to the movies or the children's museum, the park and the local frozen yogurt shop. And, because she is a collector of strays, she may have just as many "grandchildren" unrelated to her as her blood kin. After all, she only has seven grandchildren, the oldest eight. That's scarcely any at all.
Of all the ways I would like to emulate my sister, Nana's Camp ranks high on the list. However, I'm not as tireless or capable as she, and not nearly as fun, so I can't fly solo or even with Papa as an erstwhile co-pilot. Especially with four toddlers ranging in age from 18 to 33 months, my daughters
It's been a good day. We definitely need to do this again soon. I just wish Dustin could have been here.