I often miss people. I do not like when the people I care about are far away. These feelings are understandable to others (NCP- Non Camp People) when they are about my family, or my life long besties. But today, or really all week, I have been missing a 51 year old lady who wears one broken hearing aid and khaki cargo capris tied up tightly above her belly button. No, she is not my mom; she is my camper. And I miss her. A whole lot. From-the-stars-and-back lot.
I spent a week with her, not this week, but the last and now it would be ok with me if we spent every week together. We spent the week talking about "no drops", refilling water cups to the brim and locating "da boss" around Camp. She giggled a lot for jokes that only she knew but her laugh is contagious so then we would just laugh together. She was just being her, doing her thing in a way that most of the world does not understand but at Camp is completely accepted. I met this beautiful lady last summer but it took us a second try to understand each other. Now we can talk in one word sentences and noises and hand motions and hugs and know what the other is saying. I am very thankful for my second week with her but I would like to be spoiled and make that two weeks turn into three or four or twenty times twenty.
I miss reassuring her that she does not need "No drops" at the pool.
I miss her slobbery kisses.
I miss having to fold her dirty socks before she will put on her bathing suit.
I miss laughing for no apparent reason.
I miss sneakily changing out her foam cup for a new one each night while she was sleeping because her old one was getting dirty.
I miss watching her and her best friend (sadly that isn't me in reality) talk to each other in unintelligible sounds and be absolutely having a blast.
I miss watching her getting on a canoe against her fears and her face lighting up when realizing that she actually does like it. (Yes, I do like canoes, Sam I Am. I would in the rain. I could on a train...)
I miss her asking me "Back. Back. Doctor. Back. Back Doctor." (Translation: Are you back from the doctor?) after I was sick for a night and had to leave her.
I miss her tackling me with full on neck hug, that would look like she was strangling me to a NCP, when she realized I was really back.
Camp is about new friends but it also comes with goodbyes. No, Sam I am, I have tried goodbyes and I do not like them. This second summer at Camp is showing me this more and more. Luckily, Camp is beautiful because it is not goodbye it is "See you next summer" and that is something that I will try, with a fox or in a box.