Monday, January 26, 2009

Oh Catie...

Camp this weekend was magical, as usual. And now Jack knows who I am (we got off to a bit of a rough start when he called me 'Becca.' But I forgave him.).

One of my girls was one I'd had before. The other three were cousins, and were pretty close. They thought the other girl was a little weird, and they were picking on her and ignoring her. The first night after I turned out the lights, Catie asked if the other girls liked her. No one said anything. She said, "Well, I'll take that as a no..." and it sounded like she was starting to cry. I got up and turned the lights back on. I said that even if they all didn't like each other, they still needed to be nice, and I told the three cousins that I was a little disappointed with the way that they'd been treating Catie. Then I talked to her for about 45 minutes in the hallway, and we went back to bed. The other girls were better the next day, until we came back to the room for the night. Catie had invited them all to a party on her bed, and no one wanted to go. I wasn't sure what to do, because I wasn't going to make them go, but I didn't want Catie to be upset either. One girl stepped up and went up to Catie's bed, and another followed shortly. I was pretty proud of them. :)

It was also hard when Catie was talking about how much she doesn't like Obama when the other girls were wearing Obama shirts and hats. She said, "My parents said Obama is a j-e-r-k. I think he's stinky," and various other things throughout the weekend. I finally pulled her aside and said, "Catie, what if they don't like Palin (who Catie really likes) the way that you don't like Obama? Wouldn't it make you feel bad if they were saying mean things about her?" I think that helped.

I was exhausted when I got back yesterday, but all in all, it was a good weekend, and I'm excited to be going back this weekend.

1 comments:

Sara Luke said...

Drama, drama, drama . . .