Wednesday, April 13 - Day 33
I relearned an important life truth today: life at three-year-old speed is a wonderful (if trying) thing. I got to walk all three of the littlest onse to school today because the other volunteers were occupied with subsets of the 63 remaning children. The little ones were magically fed and ready to go fifteen minutes early so we headed out the door at 7:20. My goal was for us to walk to the bus at Chicababy pace.
Godwyn occupied one arm, Beauty’s backpack that hand, and Beauty my back. Chica got the free hand to hold. The walk at her pace was a beautiful thing. Sometimes she shuffled quickly while giggling, generally she ambled, occasionally she stopped and announced “See!” (which Beauty also uses frequently) to draw attention to some house or goat or random wonder we were passing. Free from the usual rush to make the bus on time, we had a fantastic walk. It’s essential to create space for those 20 or 30 or 40 minutes that allow a vivacious, curious three-year-old to eat distractedly, amble slowly, and otherwise use every moment of life to observe and absorb this big, bold world.
We took some of the 10-and-older kids to the waterfall this morning. It was as beautiful as I had remembered. There’s something to be said for sitting under a waterfall in Africa, leaning against the rocks as gallons of water crash down over and around you every second. As before, I’d recommend it.
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