Before I begin…if you haven’t watched the Easter Story video our children made in my last post go watch that first! It’s wonderful to hear them and see them in action! Now…
I haven’t faced a blank page in a while. I love it when I find time to write. My life is at a critical transition mirroring the feeling of a blankness. I find that yummy which probably means I’d rather write than eat.
I had the rare experience last weekend of corralling all five chidren into our home for two nights and one day. Wrap all my happy holidays into one and give me that and I’ll be good. We protect and covet the times whenever we can find opportunity to sit at the table as seven. Here are a few things we learned.
Kira has made it plain to us she wants a new school. The Montessori experience wasn’t what we hoped it would be for her, so we’re looking at a Christian school in the fall. It’s good she knows how to express herself. On that thought, Craig and I often sit slacked jaw on a Saturday morning while we try to come to life with coffee as she chatters to herself endlessly for hours. I am not exaggerating. I think she’s already used more words at age four than Kevin has used at age sixteen.
Jack has taken his last exam today and he’s finished with school for the summer! Homeschool rocks. He and his horse Biggie are best buddies. I love mornings at the barn with Jack enjoying our horses.
Jordan has a ten hour drive from college to get home which he is willing to do for his family fix. He loves OBU and is excited to spend six weeks this summer as an intern with Kirabo Seeds to explore his major in international missions.
Donny graduates from Baylor University in less than one month and he recently brought home a special girl, Kelli. We are all crazy about her. It’s fun to see him so happy. He will join Jordan in Uganda for six weeks as well! Then he’s on to grad school at A&M for HR in the fall. (when I look in the mirror I wonder if I look like a mom with a son in graduate school…I hope not….not that I’m vain or anything…but really? already? )
Kevin’s UIL play is going to regionals next week and so he resumes the hellacious rehearsal schedule while I bite my nails wondering if he is over extended, yet he spreads his wings and feels the sense of flying with his passion for theater. I can’t wait to see his play again. (he has the lead in a dramatically sad play, Side Man.) We promised him a trip to NYC this summer since he misses out on all the Uganda adventures because public school won’t allow a cultural experience during shool days. (that’s why Jack home schools!) He wants to see Phantom of the Opera and Wicked and visit some city universities.
Soon I’ll prepare to go to Uganda again. I get the itch like crazy after three months pass since walking the auburn earth under banana, papaya, and mango trees filled with tropical birds. It’s the sound of the children playing and laughing that serves as a boomerang across the world. It hooks my neck with a great force and brings me home with one kid in each hand. I’d walk there in my sleep if too much time passed. About now I begin to dream that I’m asleep in my own bed there about to wake to a day serving our childrnen. It’s nice to have my own apartment to go to because it really feels like home.
Craig and Kevin are honestly too busy to notice we are gone. Since Kevin has late night rehearsals I know Craig will indulge in his long work hours. At least I know he loves his work. Our five animals will protest my absence, and I just might feel it in my bones all the way from Africa.(two horses, two kittens and one super dog) It’s not easy living in two places so far away. Some people get to this point in life and zip off to their second home in a nicer climate with only a three or four hour flight. Not us. We have to prepare to spend the night on an airplane live in the same clothes for twenty-four hours and arrive at bedtime when we feel like the day is starting, not smelling so good I might add.
By now I’m rather used to it. Kira at age four is a fabulous traveller. I’d rather go on an airplane with her for 24 hours than go to the toy store with her for fifteen minutes. I even suspect the flight attendants are beginning to know us by name. There aren’t too many red headed mamas with a confident preteen boy and a saucy Ugandan daughter. We tend to draw attention. Shrug.
I can’t even count how many times I have been to Uganda. I guess that’s when you really call it going home. Now, as I close my eyes I see us walking through the gates after a good (?) night sleep to find the children in the midst of their morning chores. Samson barks, the chickens squawk and scatter. Julie will be stirring a huge pot in the kitchen wearing one of my aprons, Phiona will be at her desk with accounts, and Robert will be inspecting the van for perfection. Kiah will wave from the teacher’s board where some students follow her lessons. Kenny will have the bible open and a computer by his side. The little kitty “Pretty” will wrap herself around my ankle and promise to be sweet while I miss my own kitties. Nothing is as wonderful as the race for a hug I get from the kids. It nearly knocks me down.
This whole ministry could knock me down but as long as I see that love and enthusiasm in our children I’ll come back for more, especially knowing it’s God who keeps me upright for this work. I can lean heavy on HIM. The real going home means I get to hug Boniface and not miss him so much any more. I’ll lean on that direction.