The beginning of this week has been full of emotion. Happy, sad, mad..... mixed pregnant emotions that are exaggerated by hormones. It's one thing I do not not like about pregnancy. I am usually an even keeled sort of person with a pretty stable emotional balance but when I am getting late in pregnancy I can cry like a baby.
We eat our evening meal four nights a week down with all the kids at the girls home. Three out of the four nights are vegetarian and one night is beef (apparently it is either oxen or buffalo). So tonight we went for our first meal of the week. I help serve up from a bench that is the serving height for someone half my height. I am like a giant here. The meal consisted of ragi ball, rice, ladies finger and two types of daal. I think my baby is growing far to well on this healthy diet.
After serving I sat down to eat my meal. One of the little 4 year olds who comes to my English class in the afternoons got a phone call from her mother. Little tears began to well in her eyes and then drip down her cheeks. Ah man, don't let a pregnant woman see this.... I had to look away and blink blink blink. It broke my heart to see the bitter sweetness of a small child who was so happy to hear from her mother but also so sad not to be with her. It just makes you want to hold and cuddle them.
Most of the girls here come from poor families that just can't afford to keep their kids or dysfunctional families. Some have only one parent and a few are true orphans. A month or so ago another little 9 year olds father died. The sad thing was that she did not appear to be affected at all by it. Her dad drank too much and beat her mother and perhaps her too. Sadly I think it may have been a relief that her dad was gone. Tragic.
I went to the wedding of a young girl from the home last week. She has grown up in the home and left from the home for marriage. It was an arranged marriage by her mother to a boy from the local church. She was 20 years old and he seems like a nice guy. She looked so scared the poor girl but the wedding went well. Some are sad she did not finish her college training. I see marriage and being a good wife and raising a family as just as important and not to be belittled. I pray they have a wonderful life together as she is a gem of a girl.
Son number 3 managed to slip in the shower and cut just above his eye. It kind of looked like a boxers split. I am so pleased we have found a hospital we can trust as he did require stitches. Yesterday the stitch came out and he's been a box of birds throughout the whole time.
DC has had some great contacts made with some local guys. It's exciting to see what will come of it. They are keen to see some staff training in IT. One guy is from Mysore and has invited him to come down and see his school. It seems he has a very different school than the norm here and is trying to regain the creative side of things back in the children. Another guy came from Ireland and he and DCare going to work together to train staff here where we are. We shall wait and see how it all unfolds.
We eat our evening meal four nights a week down with all the kids at the girls home. Three out of the four nights are vegetarian and one night is beef (apparently it is either oxen or buffalo). So tonight we went for our first meal of the week. I help serve up from a bench that is the serving height for someone half my height. I am like a giant here. The meal consisted of ragi ball, rice, ladies finger and two types of daal. I think my baby is growing far to well on this healthy diet.
After serving I sat down to eat my meal. One of the little 4 year olds who comes to my English class in the afternoons got a phone call from her mother. Little tears began to well in her eyes and then drip down her cheeks. Ah man, don't let a pregnant woman see this.... I had to look away and blink blink blink. It broke my heart to see the bitter sweetness of a small child who was so happy to hear from her mother but also so sad not to be with her. It just makes you want to hold and cuddle them.
Most of the girls here come from poor families that just can't afford to keep their kids or dysfunctional families. Some have only one parent and a few are true orphans. A month or so ago another little 9 year olds father died. The sad thing was that she did not appear to be affected at all by it. Her dad drank too much and beat her mother and perhaps her too. Sadly I think it may have been a relief that her dad was gone. Tragic.
I went to the wedding of a young girl from the home last week. She has grown up in the home and left from the home for marriage. It was an arranged marriage by her mother to a boy from the local church. She was 20 years old and he seems like a nice guy. She looked so scared the poor girl but the wedding went well. Some are sad she did not finish her college training. I see marriage and being a good wife and raising a family as just as important and not to be belittled. I pray they have a wonderful life together as she is a gem of a girl.
Son number 3 managed to slip in the shower and cut just above his eye. It kind of looked like a boxers split. I am so pleased we have found a hospital we can trust as he did require stitches. Yesterday the stitch came out and he's been a box of birds throughout the whole time.
DC has had some great contacts made with some local guys. It's exciting to see what will come of it. They are keen to see some staff training in IT. One guy is from Mysore and has invited him to come down and see his school. It seems he has a very different school than the norm here and is trying to regain the creative side of things back in the children. Another guy came from Ireland and he and DCare going to work together to train staff here where we are. We shall wait and see how it all unfolds.
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