
over the summer, i did a few of my camps at different people’s houses. there was one family that hosted where the little mermaid-girl had already done a camp a few weeks before at another house. she was very excited to have it at her house, to say the least, and took her hostess job very seriously.
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upon arriving my first day, i was waved down by her, two other girls, and a black lab as i pulled up to the curb. “MA-CABE!!!! you’re HERRRRRRE!!!!!!” honestly, no one is that excited to see me. not even my own mother, and she lives on the other side of the country.
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the second day i came i got the same greeting, with the same enthusiasm. my gracious 8 year old hostess informed me that she had already put out my art blanket, filled the bucket where we wash our hands with soapy water, and set out all the art journals….and wanted to know what else she could do to help-all this before i even got out of my car.
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about mid-class though she started melting down. first it was the wrong color, and then someone was mean, and then there were big, alligator tears falling down her freckled and oh so kissable round cheeks. i scooped her up, gave her a snack and a talk, and she joined the rest of the group when she felt put back together. but not soon after, another meltdown was to follow.
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i talked to her mom about it…maybe she did not eat enough for breakfast? not enough sleep? too much pressure having all her friends over at the same time? i decided to come extra early the next day, to save her the energy of wanting to set everything up, as sweet as it was.
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i rolled up over an hour beforehand the next day, and there she was in the driveway, eating her breakfast, on the look-out for a mermaid. “”don’t worry i set up the art camp!!!” she yelled as i parked the car.
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it was then that it hit me. this girl loves big. way big. she is a kindred. her laugh is big, her stories are big, her movement is big. she loves wide and deep and full. i get this.

but with this kind of big love there can be a big crash, too. the other side of loving big, if you will. because when the dream is big, and the vision is bigger, the disappointment, well, that can be the biggest thing of all. because us big dreamers and do-ers and cheerleaders-we tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves. we are full motion and straight ahead, often forgetting to slow down, take a moment, and just breathe.
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(and for the record, if you came to my house, i would probably greet you in a similar manner)
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i tell you this story because this is what i am reminding myself of today. to be gentle. to leave room for mistakes. because i have had a couple of crashes lately, and it is not pretty. this may be the hardest part of the path…where you embrace the journey even when your vision isn’t quite looking as shiny and big as it did in your mind. but loving it anyway-with that same passion that planted the seed to begin with. to be patient enough to hang out and see what sprouts up.
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there is more i want to share on that subject, but this is all i am able to muster for the time being. so i will leave you with this: if you love big too-lets support each other. lets keep each other from crashing before we even get the ball rolling.
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is anyone in?