07/08/2025
This week, I have the privilege of serving as the camp doctor at my sonās overnight campāa week Iāve looked forward to, not just as a parent, but as a family. My husband, our kids, and I are all here, soaking in the joy and energy that only camp can bring.
Thereās something truly magical about this place. Watching the kids unplug, explore, make friends, and come alive in the simplest waysāthrough songs, games, nature, and just being kids. My heart swells every time I catch my son laughing on the field, or my younger two learning or trying something new!
And yet, in the quiet moments, my mind drifts to the families of Camp Mystic. I cannot begin to fathom the depth of their pain. As a parent of a current camper, the thought of losing a childāhere, in a place meant for joy, safety, and growthāis absolutely gut-wrenching.
I donāt have the right words, because no words feel big enough. But I want to hold space for both things: the immense beauty of camp and the unspeakable heartbreak of loss. I am sending so much love to the families who are grieving. Please know that your children, your pain, and your love are not forgotten.
Camp is sacred. It holds our kidsā laughter, friendships, independence, and spiritāand this week has only deepened my gratitude for the community it builds.
Holding my kids a little closer tonight. š
