|Eyeing the summit|
There were conflicts yes but so were resolutions. Tent pitching, wall climbing and rappelling were happening against a backdrop of community norms with empathy and friendship. If a child fought his demons, his group mates gave him the privacy to do so. They were learning to function as a team, to share, to negotiate, to self-advocate where necessary.
If you ever spent a night at your place of work, you would know the feeling. It is surreal to be walking down the KG aisle at 5.30 am only to come upon the Headmistress at her desk, busy scribbling away, her blown hair the only indication that she did not go home to sleep that night. The teddy and bunny pyjama clad figures, huddled around the circular water tank, pushing their little tooth brushes around added to the feeling of light headedness.
There was “Antakshari”, there was the late night tent party, the starlit dog and the bone, the stubborn torch raids, the bouncing lights on the floor. Also very evident and reassuring through the day, were the role of the family and the sanctity of the child,
It was to be have been a regular school based camp. We ended up celebrating !