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Train a child in the way he should go...

My boys have been going to a great summer camp for the last week and a half; they absolutely love it. My wife and I do too. It is an added bonus that a friend of ours teaches there as well as brings her kids there; we know them from church. It gives the kids the opportunity to keep abreast of their academic skills in the morning while having fun in the afternoon. They get fantastic field trips, great snacks, and lasting friendships.

Each beautiful morning I implore them to use godly wisdom and self-control as they go about their day making different decisions - kids they should and should not hang with, when to speak and not to speak, when to have fun and when to be serious, and the like. We use Bible scriptures and pray through these things- every morning. And I know my children, so I know this is needed. Today, I think those conversations were noticed.

At the end of the day, my son's teacher walks up to me and said, "I love your son! He is so well mannered and respectable. He's smart and he helps around in the classroom. He is a joy to have!" Wow! I felt proud, warmed, and humbled. This parenting thing does have rewards.

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  1. We sent our daughter to camp for the first time this year and hope we can join in next year.

    Yeah, it feels good when somebody says something nice about your kid.

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