Full disclosure: I’m an introvert. If you don’t know much about introverts I highly recommend that you spend the next five-ish minutes and read this enlightening article.
You see, I love people, but also, people. wear. me. out. Especially the children type of people who need lots of care and attention.
When I came to Sudan I made a personal promise that during this year I would give as much of myself to the kids as possible: to lavish them with the love they need and deserve, to hold babies, help with homework, do crafts, play soccer, teach, sit and talk, bathe little ones, clip fingernails, read stories, mend clothes, and everything else. And these activities, these mundane occasions, make up the best part of my days. The tender moments of rocking Baby Jimmy to sleep turn into reading bedtime stories to a group of girls who sit so close that their shadows darken the pages of my book and the smell of the lotion on their skin clouds the air. I want to do more, always, to tuck a blanket around one more child and whisper, “noom quess, ana hebu it,” good night, I love you, but at some point during each day I have to stop and find space.
Sometimes space is a few hours of reading, drawing, or even cleaning. Alone. Quiet. Uninterrupted. Other times space means taking a few days away from the internet and this little blog. So if you don't hear from me for a bit just know that I'm lost in a the pages of a book, my room is spotless, and the kids are wearing me out with their love.
Be back soon with some new posts and updates!
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