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That Little Guy

So I know it’s been a while since I updated you on that skinny little boy we want to bring home.

We went once….twice….to try to see the big boss and he was not there.  Finally, I got the number of a kind secretary who agreed to let me call her in advance to see if he was in.  And today was the day.

So Gil and I went.  And we talked to him.  And he was indeed kind, and supportive, and interested in our story.  Praise God for this man.

I think it went as well as it could have gone.  We are not totally in the clear yet, because there are a few more channels to get through.  He sent us to see someone else who was not in today.  I will try again on Thursday. 

But maybe, maybe.  It’s looking good.  But I have learned not to get my hopes up too soon.  So those emotions are still stuffed….I’ve gotten good at that! 

Four-Year-Old Perspective

In a conversation about colors:

Josiah:  I am brown.

Mommy:  Yes, you are.  What color am I?

[pause]

Josiah:  You are orange.

[Hmmm.  I would prefer peach.  But technically, peach is just light orange.  Okay.]

Mommy:  Why do you think that I am orange and you are brown?

Josiah:  Because you are a Mommy and I am four!

Mommy:  Oh, so what color will you be when you are grown-up?

Josiah:  Orange.

So I did set him straight but I don’t think he believed me.  Orange is actually my least favorite color.  Wish I was brown sometimes.

(these pictures are from the “Little Kickers” club that Daddy and Sam are coaching)

International NIGHT!

Gil and I are Student Council advisors again this year, and I still need to get a picture of the wonderful team we work with.  But for now….pictures of the first Student Council event of the year….International Night.  Just for secondary students…and great fun was had by all.  We had a World Cup soccer tournament between the continents, we learned dancing from Africa, India, and America (the Electric Slide, of course), had a Mexican pinata, and genuine Japanese sumo wrestling.  Love these kids!

Who We Are

Ask HOPAC graduates about their favorite memory of HOPAC, and most will inevitably say International Day.  It never fails to impress.  This year?  40 countries represented.

Cameroon

South Africa, and….the Country of Cuteness

 

South Korea

Denmark. 

The Danish Mission is responsible for publishing, translating, printing, and distributing Bibles and Christian literature throughout Tanzania.  And they make amazing pastry. (That’s for you, Cecilie.)

Those North Americans to the North.

And those crazy Americans.

German–Spanish–Finnish–British

Indian stick dance.

Grace’s kindergarten class. 

I love this class. 

Only one white kid in the whole bunch, and he is from Denmark.

Only 4 MK’s in this class (I don’t know if that has ever happened before at HOPAC).

Only three hold US passports.

One was adopted from Tanzania (I’ll give you a hint; you know her.)

One was adopted from South Korea.

And one has an Indian dad and an American mom and has never actually lived in the States.

Fabulous.

I am the “room mom” and have all sorts of plans to get to know their parents.  One of those plans happened today, but more about that later. 

I worry sometimes about Grace and her identity.  She was born in Tanzania, is being raised by an American family in Tanzania and has only spent six months of her life in the States.  Yet she has two passports. She has no idea where she is from.  When the class was sharing what country they each were from, Grace told me she said, “Moshi.”  Um, yeah.  That’s the city where you were born, child.   

But thankfully, at HOPAC, she is good company.  In her class, there’s the little girl with Indian parents who immigrated to Australia and gave birth to her there but has spent her whole life now in Tanzania.  There’s the kid with the British mom and the Kenyan dad.  Or the one with the Tanzanian mom and the Swedish dad (or something like that, I can’t keep them all straight).  A lot of identity confusion going on with these kids.  Grace fits right in. 

40 nations of the world; impacted by the ministry of HOPAC.

Celebrating Four

He is big now.  He reminds me all the time, with importance in his voice.  “I don’t get a sippy cup any more, because I am big.”  “Mommy, can I hold your purse?  Because I am big.”

And on our side, we remind him that big boys do not whine or hit their sister or pee in their popcorn bowl. 

Yeah.  We’ll see how long that lasts.  

We celebrated at Water World, with his other four-year-old buddies.   

These guys know Josiah well:  soccer cleats and a Manchester United sheet.   

I make him promise me, all the time, that he will always give me hugs and kisses, no matter how big he gets.  And he always promises.  I better get it in writing.

(And the popcorn bowl incident did only happen once, honest.)

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