My Favorite Things

Some of my favorite times here are the smallest, shortest things. Yesterday a thunderstorm was rolling in and some of the young children were scared and crying. I sat on the veranda with a few of them on my lap and around me while I sang. We just sat there while it poured for about half an hour as I sang song after song. I also love just sitting with the kids in the evenings when the sun is setting and there is a refreshing cool breeze.

Another one of my favorite times is when I have one of my program sessions. I had my second class for the older kids and mothers and it went so well! The kids are much more creative than I had ever thought and the mothers are learning to ask their children questions and interact with them. My program is different than I had originally planned. I knew that when I got here I would have to adapt it anyway to fit the needs here. There was no way to know how things would work without ever being here first. I had planned a program for mothers to read to their children and for them to do educational activities together. However, when I got here, I learned that the mothers can't read and the children are mostly too young to do the activities I had in mind. But they are still learning, being creative, and interacting together, which are my new objectives. My purpose is now for the mothers to learn to ask their children questions and encourage them to use their imaginations. This is something I, and I think many Americans, have taken for granted. I remember when I was growing up my mom making puppets with us out of paper plates, buttons, and yarn. She also made us play-doh and always encouraged us to be creative. In turn, when I baby-sat or nannied I would color with the children and I would encourage my students in the classroom to use their imaginations. The mothers here have never been taught this and so they have no idea how to do this with their children. It makes me appreciate so much everything my mom has done for me.

Even though my class is only about 20 or 30 minutes long, once a week, I have been told that is has made a big impact already. The other teachers were saying how good it was and that the kids were drawing more pictures and giving them to their mothers. They said to not think of what I am doing as a small thing because it has already made such a difference after only one session! This touched my heart so much!

Saturday I participated in the Gulu Walk. This is a walk to raise awareness to protect the children of northern Uganda. There are also walks in U.S. cities that were going on the same day. We walked all over Gulu for about 3 hours and there were hundreds of us- all in bright orange t-shirts. It felt good to be a part of a cause that I have wanted to help for so long. I know I do this everyday at ChildVoice, but there is something about being a part of a huge walk that so many people were involved in that made me really excited to be here.