Throughout
this trip, I’ve taken time to sit and watch the children interacting with each
other and with everyone else on the team. I’ve noticed how much the kids
genuinely enjoy seeing us, and that even just giving them a hug means the world
to them. They simply want to be with you. No matter if you’re sitting and
watching them play or playing with them.
On Monday, I was worried that the kids
wouldn’t like me, I wouldn’t understand them, or I would feel awkward. Though
this trip shoves us out of our comfortable bubble-like nest, we jumped right
in. We were quite the sight to see jumping around while we sung, but there was
never a moment where I felt uncomfortable or like I couldn’t interact with the
children because I didn’t understand everything they said. The younger kids
call us ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ and the other kids love to ask us ‘Como te llamas?’ and
then pronounce our names to make sure they get it right.
As the week progressed
and we grew closer to the kids, they started to wait for us beside the gate and
greet us with hugs and by yelling our names. These memories that we come away
with, affect us infinitely. I fell in love with the people here, the culture,
and the endless adventures. From painting the playground to playing Gato, Gato,
Perro…these are experiences that last a lifetime.
While we combated many hectic
situations and were stressed, it was never terribly overwhelming and we worked
quite well together as a team. Today was especially hectic as it was the day
that kids came and picked up their report cards from the school, but we managed
and had lots of fun too. There’s something to be said about becoming immersed
in another culture. We’re all God’s children, it unites us and that’s what
truly matters; not the language you speak.
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