Today was visiting day at the day camp that the girls are attending.
I watched Rebecca learning archery.
She is a serious child, an avid reader of The Chronicles of Narnia and Harry Potter. I suspect that her love for archery is not merely academic. She imagines that the time will come when a wicked witch will need defeating or a dragon will need slaying. She will need to know how to place the quiver and send the arrow into the heart of evil. It is a life skill for her. She would be only too happy to inhabit a world of potions and elves, dragons and talking lions.
Rebecca looks for signs. The ladybug that landed on her gave her good luck. It was the ladybug's luck that caused her to see a bunny rabbit hidden in the grass at dusk.
Rebecca doesn't suffer from excessive coolness. She enjoys all that camp puts before her. She swims her laps, makes her friendship bracelets. She sings the songs of camp and celebrates every victory of the color games. I just adore this quality about her. I wish I could bottle that spirit. I would show her the crystal bottle of colors swirling with her essence. "This is you! This is your magic!" The dragons don't stand a chance.
