Camp 2.

Oh my gracious.
Oh my gracious.
Oh my gracious.

If I could write that as my entire post.
It pretty much describes opening ceremony.
And day one-two of camp.

In fact, as you read today's post, imagine that ticker as my running record.


Fact A.
Snow Mountain Ranch in Colorado.
You're the most stunning location since driving through the Andes that I have EVER seen.
Like.
Ever.
In the history of mankindlife.

Fact B.
Middle School.
Is my favorite?
Is my FAVORITE.
Because.
Well, they are young enough to think "Maybe she's cool..."
And smart enough to not say when they don't think that at all. :)

Fact C.
Opening Ceremony.
Was like.
"Salt of the earth."
And I felt coated in a good layer of salt from everyone.
#Sermononthemount.

Fact D.
I checked into my "Lodge"?
Like three bedroom two bathroom - fireplace - living room - kitchen - is this real life?
And was like?
Wait.
This is INCREDIBLE.
Matched only by the views overlooking the Rockies from my front window.

Fact E.
For the very first time.
In my entire life.
I fit.
Somewhere.
Like.
Not a place.
In the skin I wore.
I fit there.
And there is nothing that describe that sensation.

Fact F.
FUN.
I'm not a presenter.
Not even a little bit.
BUT.
I had SO much fun presenting We Matter.
To kids.
Who - even when they forgot that message - were able to tell their parents, they learned they had to LOVE themselves. ::heartmelting::

PRICELESS.

And really.
Facts G-Z.
I re-learned that.
When you love yourself.
Share yourself.
Just as you are.
Where you are.
To the people you know.
That's perhaps, the most powerful thing on earth.
You grant people the permission to live that way too.
And really, isn't that all we want?
To live truthfully?
And openly?
Question marks feel unsure.
I am SURE.

Before my presentations, I sat  in some adult workshops.
And guys?
Cried.
SO MUCH.

You want sensitization therapy?
Be an adopted child sitting in a room with some of the most amazing adoptive parents.
Who are open.
And CLEAR.
And AVAILABLE
And HONEST.
And real.

Those are the hardest things for my own adoptive parents, HI MOMS. :)
And while, they totally know I love them.

I'd love them even more if they could learn to be ^THOSE things.
But that takes time.
And willingness to change.
And grow.
And is hard.

And my moms don't love hard things. :)
They like "stay the sames"
And "don't make eye contact and no on will see yous."
And "don't stir the pots."

So to sit in a room and listen to a mom admit her greatest fear was that she was going to screw it all up.
Bubbled deep inside me.
As little self.
Who has her own holes (thanks for that Mercedes and Jen!)
Said: "Wait, that's HER biggest fear?!"
ME TOO!
ME TOO!
ME TOO!

Feel that?
That feeling of knowing you're not alone.
Yeah, that's pretty great.

Day two ended quietly, sleepily.
Beautifully.

Summation.
ME TOO.
When it is a really ME TOO.
Feels so good.


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