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Royal Family Kids Camp Countdown: 5 Days to The Girls' Arrival


Excitement is in the air!  Camp count down continues.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to spend the day with the Kids Count folks in our state.  The material paints a picture through data of what is happening with our kids statewide.  Thankfully, Voices for Children wanted to see and hear about the real kids behind the real data.

Today, I spent the morning with a young lady, her husband and her kids.  She was raised in foster care.  

Within the context of the individual, the data is even more powerful.  I am so proud of this Mother and the very hard work she has done and road she has walked to try to take her daughters to a different "place" with her.

My thoughts go to the girls who will be coming to camp.  What good can one week make in the life of a child?  

It can make all the difference in the world.   One week can be the experience that will reset the expectations, hopes and dreams to an entirely new normal.   One week of one on one and undivided attention can fill the giant empty bucket in a soul and one week of fun can energize for a lifetime!

We might not be reaching every child in our state who has been in or is in the foster system....yet.  However, we will reach the young ladies next week.




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