“How in the world are you going to camp with five children?” They said we couldn’t do it. People scoffed. They questioned.
But guess what?
We had a ball.
Did we sleep much either night? Not really.
Did we return unscathed or unbruised? Definitely not.
Did we split our sides with laughter over the campfire? Absolutely.
Did we enjoy new friendships and watch our children become explorers? Yes, indeed.
Word on the street is that yours truly zip lined through the camp, children running alongside, feet barely clearing the ground. Rumors have it that I later spent the night in the backseat of the van with a cranky 2yo, who couldn’t breathe due to a cold and had to sleep in her car seat. Family lore says that my dear husband dealt with two children peeing their beds and the family running out of warm, dry clothes… at 2 in the morning.
It definitely hurt, at times, no question. But we endured. We blindly jumped at adventure, learned a few (or twelve) things, and came out on the other side with a great experience and a hope for future trips.
Because one thing is definitely for certain,
we can’t wait to do it again.