The Preface of Women Making Waves--Where it All Started
When my mom first told me about a camp she thought I should attend - “Magic T House,” as it was called back then - I was skeptical. A mentoring camp for teens? Why did I need to be mentored? In my mind, I pictured it being a boring lady lecturing us and talking about feelings. No thanks. I told my mom that I didn’t want to go, but she still signed me up.
On the first day of camp, I was nervous. I didn’t know anyone, and I doubted that I would have fun. But the second I stepped into the office, I felt a little more confident. The purple walls and dark green carpeting gave the room an inviting feel.
When I saw the group of about five or six girls sitting quietly, I knew I would fit right in.
I don’t really remember much of what we did on the first day of camp, but I do remember telling my mom, “I cant wait to go back tomorrow!” the second I got into my car to go home. I realized my expectations had been completely wrong. This camp was awesome!
The rest of the week went by in a blur, and before I knew it, the week was over. I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving after I had had so much fun, so I begged my mom to let me go to camp again the following week. She let me, and all of my new friends that I had made the week before decided to go again too.
The second week of camp was different- the girls who had attended camp the week I went were going to be “Big Sisters” to the newer, younger girls coming in. I remember how excited I was to introduce myself to my potential “little sisters,” and I was eager to teach them all I had learned from Ashley the week before.
If I thought the first week of camp was great, then the second week was amazing! Being a “big sister” really felt incredible and empowering, and I felt so important. My little sister was one of the youngest girls at seven years old, and I really wanted to set a good example for her.
During this week, it was so awesome to watch all the girls grow attached to their big and little sisters. One of my best memories of that week was going to yoga downstairs. Everyone had a great time, and some of the younger girls were really good at it!
When the final week of camp came to an end, I was sad. Would I have to wait a whole entire summer to come back? I loved everybody at camp so much, and the idea of waiting so long to see everybody again was disappointing.
When I got the news that the next year of camp was going to be more like the second week I attended, I couldn’t have been happier. The first week of camp was fun, but being a big sister the second week felt extra special. I couldn’t wait to continue on with attending camp and being a leader.
Going to the “Magic T House” was one of the best decisions I (or should I say my mom) could have made. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like if I had decided not to go, and I couldn’t imagine where I would be today without Women Making Waves. Two years ago, I never would have imagined that the camp would inspire the idea for an amazing nonprofit – Women Making Waves - but I’m sure glad it did! And most of all, I’m so glad to be a part of it.