My kids were back. In full force. All personality. Lots of them much browner than before. Much like their teacher. (me) (Caribbean sun is good for anyone). To say I was running in the class to see them would be a lie. On top of feeling a bit homesick, and nostalgic because of the Louisville Cardinals, I would have loved to be home but not in my house in Pena Blanca but home home…..
All of my feelings aside the sweet faces of my kids sat in their desks and still need me. For only 10 more weeks left I am their teacher and in basketball terms, the ball is in my court and it’s up to me to make the best of the rest of their second grade year. When you think about it….. Do you remember your second grade teacher? probably not. Maybe you remember a few things but most of us most likely do not. Will my kids remember me? Probably not.
But it none of that matters. What matters is that right now I am their teacher. I am responsible for building a foundation in them for education, for respect and most importantly for letting them know how much they matter in this great big world, how much the father loves them and that because he loved them first, I too love them……. So here’s to loving my kids as best as I possibly can for the last ten weeks…..
As well I wanted to give an update on the 20 things I wanted to accomplish this coming year, my post here… more progress has been made… here is an updated list below… (although my roommate says I have not made much progress, I think it is a slow process…. remember I have until November, no need to accomplish it all at once)
Blue means it has been finished 😉
8. Go camping. Real camping not car camping.
As well, I went to visit my buddy at the orphanage yesterday… still thinking how I can fit him in my suitcase… 🙂 I just kept saying to Kylie, how could you have ever left them? Who could do that? Who could leave them? We both without an explanation sat in the gravel while the kids played with the rocks… Although I do not know their parents nor do I know their story, that led them to bring their children to this orphanage, I trust in a God that writes even grander stories than we could write even for ourselves…. what comfort we have in that.
|This is him asking for my camera…. so he could take a picture…… that smile brings me to tears.|
|His sister… her eyelashes… my goodness…|