Through a process entirely unknown to me, I find myself signed up for a three day/two night John Poole Middle School outdoor education camp…and I’m going as….get this….a parent chaperone.
I don’t honestly know how it happened. It was a blur. My friend….or at least, I thought she was my friend, Wendy, cajoled and flattered and finagled me into it somehow.
I’m not speaking to her ever again.
Or at least until I see her again. And even then, only if she is bearing coffee and chocolate for me.
I think she said something along the lines of, “You’ll be so good for the kids! Your daughter needs you there! It will be good for you to make new friends! There will be s’mores!”
I heard this: “Yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah, S’mores.”
And the next thing I knew I was signed up. Committed.
My Captain, the love of my life, said he would come too, without hesitation. Not because he isn’t already SERIOUSLY over-committed. Not because he relishes the idea of a complete and total lack of privacy for three days. And not because he is crazy, though the thought crossed my mind.
He is doing it because he loves my kids. He’s doing it because he loves other kids…all kids. He is doing it because he is driven to teach and model and encourage. He is entirely selfless. He is doing it because he is truly, honestly, sincerely a hero in every way. Yes, he is a hero as a firefighter and paramedic. Yes, he’s a hero as a rescue technician for the Urban Search and Rescue Maryland Task Force One’s Collapse Rescue Team. But for an infinitely more important reason, he’s a hero because he has an enormous heart. No one had to cajole him into this venture.
I’m in it for the S’mores.