I just got back from a week in the mountains serving in Royal Family Kids Camp (RFKC). It's a summer camp dedicated to neglected and abused children which is sponsored by my church. This year, we had about 30 kids. Each cabin had two kids, two camp counselor, and one assistant counselor, so the kids get a lot of attention and supervision. The rest of this blog entry will just be a number of mini-stories from camp that comes to mind.
Home of the Underdogs
Before camp started, I was talking to some of the organizers of RFKC, and one of the problems they face was a marketing problem, in that people didn't know what RFKC was. I spent the week thinking about a clever unofficial tagline for the camp. I've come up with "RFKC: Home Of The Underdogs." There's two meanings behind it. First, if you look at the kids that attend the camp, they are the ultimate underdogs of society. The second meaning was by the people who volunteer to help out at camp. I looked through the rosters and thought, this is quite a ragtag band of people, how could this group of people possibly pull off a successful camp; yet, by the grace of God, we're able to pull off a great camp. There are definitely a lot of underdogs on staff.
Everyone loves an underdog story, and I love betting on the underdog.
I Am Chan
Since the kids are in the state foster care system, there are a lot of extra privacy and security concerns for the children. One of the restrictions is that we can't let the kids know our last names because the system doesn't want the kids trying to contact us after camp is over. Unfortunately most people call me 'Chan', 'Chan Can', 'Channy Chan Chan', and other variations. There were a number of times that the other counselors would inadvertently call me 'Chan' and I would give them this shocked stare; they would pause and then realize their folly and try to quickly change the subject before the kids caught on.
Hoarders
One of the things highlighted in our training is that some neglected kids who are not fed properly will develop a habit of hoarding food. Hoarding is a defence mechanism for them because they don't know when the next time they will be fed. This year I actually witnessed this behaviour in some of the kids. During meal time they would grab a plate of food, eat a little bit, hide some food in their clothes, and go up for more food and repeat. They also had a tendency of eating very quickly. We would explain to them that they didn't need to rush or hoard because they could eat as much food as they wanted, and there was plenty of food, but that doesn't work for the first couple days. Once you have a couple days of consistency, where you prove that there is plenty of food, and they won't go hungry, then their defence mechanism goes down and they start trusting you and start eating normally.
A Test Of Wills
Monday is typically the hardest day in my opinion because you get your kids, and the kids and counselors don't know each other very well yet in terms of social/cultural norms, expectations, and boundaries. We had one kid who was 11 years old who was quite challenging because mentally and physically he had developed slower and was more like an 8 year old. The kid was also attention starved, and would constantly talk and make noise to get attention. The constant talking made it quite interesting for bedtime because he would keep everyone up in the cabin. The other two counselors had the night off, so I had to take care of the situation. As a result, I stood next to the kid's bunk and told him that he needed to lay down and not make noise. I also explicitly told him that I could literally stand there all night. The challenge was on, and for the next 30 minutes he kept trying to test this boundary, and I didn't yield. I stood there and shushed him every time he started making loud noise again.
By the 30 minute mark he had given up and started sleeping; however, I had a feeling he wasn't going to get into a deep sleep, so I stood there as a precaution. Fifteen minutes later, he woke up again and tried to misbehave but he saw me standing there and gave up and slept. I assume when he fell asleep the first time, he lost track of time (it helps that the room doesn't have any clocks, and he didn't wear a watch) and when he woke up the second time, he must have thought I was really going to stand there the whole night if if needed.
The irony is that this kid would always complain about being tired and wanting to sleep during the day.
God Moments
All of the counselors arrive at camp a day early (Sunday) in order to setup and prepare. That Sunday night, Pastor Art gave communion and addressed us all about how important this camp was. He noted how we were doing God's work and we would be helping mend, restore, and encourage these neglected and abused children. The verse Psalm 82:3 came to mind, "Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed." As of late in my prayer life, the phrase, "if you tell me something worth fighting for, I'll fight that war" was a recurring theme. That Sunday night, I just knew through and through that I was in the right place, at the right time, with the right cause.
One of the exceptional things about this year was that all of the kids in the cabin this year wanted to pray at nights. Normally you have to coerce kids into doing things like pray, but they were all wanting to do it. Even during they day they would ask if they could pray at night. The kids were even fighting over who could pray during meal time. I guess that's a good problem to have.
On the final day of camp, it's easy to just turn your brain on autopilot and just cruise to the finish line because you're tired and the kids will be going home. Everyone stayed diligent and there were some pretty incredible stories from the final hours of camp. For my team, the kids were participating in the Hope Tree activity where they were writing down their hopes and dreams, and we would pray for that. It was kind of heart-wrenching that some of the simple things that we take for granted like seeing your own family is such a distant dream for some of the kids. Some of the kids opened up and talked about why they were in foster care because of what their parents had done, and it was just shocking hearing what people would do to children. What an incredible cost to children and society. In the closing ceremonies, the kids were just so appreciative for everything we had done for them. A lot of them didn't want to go home because for they felt like this was a real family.
The hardest part is coming home, and watching the kids go back to the environments they have to live in. [
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Canadians eh?
If you're American and you know me, then you know I rep Canada a lot. It's a recurring theme that I highlight that I am Canadian. At camp, this was no different. Being the only Canadian that a lot of these kids had ever met in their lives, I was their standard for what a Canadian was. On the last day of camp, another Asian church group came up to prepare for their camp. The kids saw Asians everywhere, and asked, "Are these all Canadians?" They asked me if I knew these Canadians. I was quite amused. They now assume all Asians are Canadians. See how I positively impact children?
The Man With No Nouns
One of the staff that slept in our cabin was an interesting fellow with a speech problem due to a freak accident earlier in his life. It was generally difficult to communicate with this fellow until I figured out his speech pattern.
One morning, I was half-awake in bed. I was listening to the fellow talk to one of the other counselors in the cabin. I would hear the fellow talk and then pause to have the other counselor fill in the blanks in the sentence. After listening for five minutes in this broken conversation, I figured out the speech pattern. This fellow couldn't speak nouns, he could only say verbs, pronouns, and adjectives.
Here's an example phrase: "Today I was going really fast down to the
___." Where the blank was, he would start pointing or try to act out what the was trying to say, but couldn't say the noun. As the listener, you would have to start listing out what the noun was, and if you got it right, he would say 'yes, that', and continue with his sentence. It was like playing a game of charades.
I thought how amazing our speech center of our brain is. There's actually a spot that controls the nouns we use in speech.
I imagine some day, this fellow will be starring at the sun, and by some miracle a switch will flip on in his brain and he'll be restored. He will utter a singular word 'sun' (a noun), a single tear drop will roll down his eye, and he'll just start running towards the horizon. He'll be finally free.
Anyways, that's a raw dump of some of the highlights of camp. Pardon me for any mistakes or errors in this post, but I'm dead tired and I'm going to bed.
