Kennedy Kousin Kamp: Selfishness Disguised

Everyone thinks I host Kennedy Kousin Kamp for the kids. As much as I wish that was true, it's not. I host Kennedy Kousin Kamp for me.

As I was driving back to Albuquerque yesterday and was left alone with my thoughts up in the front of the cab, the sadness of it all coming to an end hit me.

I host it because it makes me indescribably happy.

I love the kids, and I love the time I get to spend with them. I'm the ruling adult, and yet I have no need to rule. I'm the token aunt, but I feel like a kid. I get to check things off my bucket list that I never thought I would do.

I've been wanting to take an RV trip for years. I'm not sure how the thought ever entered my mind, or why I thought it would be fun, but obviously I couldn't get it all together before this. Kennedy Kousin Kamp gave me the opportunity to live that dream. And live it, we did!!

White-water rafting? I've seen the flyers in hotels my entire life. Never did I think I would actually do it! I loved it.

Unfortunately, we didn't get to take the hot balloon flight due to high winds, but that's okay. Like the kids said, we'll do it next year. In Florida. At Kennedy Kousin Kamp: Scuba.

Again, the kids think I'll be hosting it to get them together, to form bonds, to teach them something. Nope, really I'm doing it because being with them makes ME happy. It's selfishness disguised, and I'm happy to do it.

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