Recently I hosted the most amazing summer camp ever.
For one camper… my brother, Kyle.
He came for the weekend as I jammed as much funness into two days as I could possibly think of.
We played games, went to nerdy stores, played miniature golf, ate special foods, had a silly string fight, went to the movies, and, en route to all of these events, listened to his favorite music on full volume in my car.
Apparently, this guy couldn’t handle all that awesomeness packed into one weekend.
I love being a big sister. I love seeing my brother grow up. We are nearly fifteen years apart, but are much closer than our ages would typically allow. I get to play the roles of mom, cool eccentric aunt, big sister, counselor, and playmate.
Although it was initially a paradigm shift when I was in high school and had a baby brother at home, I love our age gap now. I am relatively old enough to give advice and share some lessons I’ve learned, but relatively young enough to still be relatable and cool enough to ask for advice. What a beautiful thing!
When I imagined my thirties years ago, I thought I’d be planning events for my own children. Some days those thoughts make me melancholy, but today I’m glad that I get to spend my time blessing others. I have free weekends and can use them wisely. I didn’t anticipate it, but weekends like Kelly Kamp make me thankful that I’m single and have time to plan stellar weekends for my kid brother.
So, when is the next installment of Kelly Kamp?