Wednesday, February 25, 2009

We arrived last night in the rain, greeted by the children singing. Yesterday’s travel was long, but the roads were much better than on previous trips. I had an unforgettable time with a group of about 12 kids. I was sitting on the grass after having taught two health sessions in the school and there were children laying all over my lap and all around me. Half of the kids were boys. All they wanted was to be touched. They were so loving and just eating up all my arm rubs. They were laughing as I was trying to learn the Maasai language. I never realized how significant it was to them that I knew all their names. Every chance I got, I called them by name and they would just melt. Two children in particular just clung to me for hours, Jemila and one of the newest kids, Boke. Jemila actually took off her little beaded ring and put it on my pinky to give to my daughter Willow. As I was missing my kids at home, I was happy to put all my mother’s love into these precious kids.