Our family–which in this case includes Grace's father–from whom I am divorced–his wife and my dear oldest sister and her husband and I–have managed to create a nice little summer rhythm for our beloved Grace. In late May, Grace ends her school year, spends a week at Camp Phi Phi's (my aforementioned sister in South Carolina) and about a month later a week at Easter Seals Camp (integrated) at YMCA Camp Widgiwagan and then a month later at the tail end of the season, another week at Camp Phi Phi while I then take a vacation. Woo-hoo! Coming up!
This year, the first two weeks Grace was away (end of May, end of June,) were devoted to working on my book now titled, "The Journey with Grace: Lessons Learned From my Daughter with Autism." Specifically, I'm rewriting my book proposal to send to agents this fall. But that first week after school had ended, graduation hoo-la and a slew of GraceArt shows and activities left me exhausted more than anything. Recovered, the last week of June, I made better use of time on the proposal. But when the day ended, I majored on play. So, while Grace played at camp, here's some snaps of my down home version. You can click on the pictures to read the captions if you are curious and cannot see them within the collage:
This is not to say we've not having fun (amid the taxi-ing about town) when Grace is here. (Although I've had a number of attitude adjustments!) More on that later. But, oh, to have entire days and evenings without motherly concerns. That. Is. A. Mighty Fine Camp. Indeed.
