I’m sitting in Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, en route to Iowa for my reading at Prairie Lights books on Tuesday, June 28 at 7 p.m.
Tim and the kids have returned to California after our family participated in our fourth annual Latin American Heritage Camp. As Olivia said, I wish it didn’t have to end.
Because I’m about to board the plane to Cedar Rapids, I’ll copy here what I posted about the camp on my Mamalita Facebook page.
I realized this week why I believe in Heritage Camp. It’s not so much the “heritage” as it is the shared adoption experience. To hear the high school students speak about the meaningful, unique, essential friendships they formed as preschoolers –and continue as teens–convinces me that this experience is vital. I hope for the same, for our children.
Got to go catch my flight. To be continued…