Living in the Here and Now
In early June, our family went camping with some dear friends on Mount Desert Island, off the coast of Maine. It was our first time tenting in years. The kids (four boys and one girl, ranging from ages 5-11) were in all their glory as they ran wild across the campground, shouting, laughing, fighting, and singing. All the while finding a few too many inappropriate things to throw into our campfire, which was growing alarmingly large. Given it was our last night together, and the campground was so sparsely populated, with only a handful of other campers in view, we let the kids be kids. Well, that is until one boy accidentally threw fire at an adult. We figured that must be the sign it was bedtime. The next morning as we were packing up, an elderly gentleman who was tenting a few sights up gestured for my husband to come see him. Jason headed towards the man, fairly sure he was about to call us to task for letting our children run around like the wild animals which inhabit Acadia Nat