Not sure why I feel the compulsion to blog this one, but I suppose it’s just one of those moments.
For most of their short lives, the kids have gone to camp with people they already know from school.
Yesterday, however, I took them to a new camp (focused on technology-surprise, I know) and it was a sea of multiple cultures/religions/ethnicities, which is great.
Understandably, not knowing anyone, they were a bit apprehensive, but as the Orientation went on, I could see them becoming more comfortable with it and forging ahead with bravery.
It just made me feel proud that they were able to overcome this (small) obstacle and plow ahead. After all, I kind of view that as a primary role of the father.
Just got a bit emotional about that one.