I LOVE children!
I really do. I love walking down a street in Isibania and hearing “Mzungu! How are you?” from little voices. I love random children running to us to hold our hands. I love teaching the Banana Dance which proved clutch once again. 🙂
On the first day we walked through Isibania, I met Max. Max was 2. He immediately won my heart. I played with him for a few moments and then went back to my team. We walked past the shop where Max was, and he followed me across the street. He wanted me to pick him up. I did. He snuggled into my shoulder. Ahh. I could have held him for hours…
I saw Marcy almost every day. She lived in the area where Laura and I went door-to-door. The first time I saw her, she had a huge smile on her face. After a couple of visits in her neighborhood, Marcy started holding my hand. During our last week, every time she saw me, Marcy would run to me and give me a huge hug. I love her.
During one of our home visits, I met Jehosephat. He let me hold him as I was sharing my story with his mom. He fell asleep in my arms. < – – that might be my favorite feeling in the entire world.
Michelle came over to our house when her mom visited. She had the most incredible laugh [Fam – think of Geesha as a baby]. I loved tickling her just to hear her laugh. LOVED it! 🙂
On our last Sunday, we went down to the river for water baptisms. At one point during our van ride [a 15 passenger holding 20 Kenyans and 6 Mzungus], Mark was handed to me. I still have no idea who his mom is or who handed him to me. I held him while I walked down the slope to the water [and may or may not have fallen but sacrificed my left arm for him]. I walked around holding him until he peed on me [apparently Kenyan babies don’t wear diapers…].
All month long I was surrounded by children. Oh do they bring me such joy!
