Sometimes strange or funny situations arise in daily life that highlight how different my boys’ childhood is compared to my own 100% American upbringing. Here are a few examples…A couple of weeks ago I started to make cookies to celebrate autumn. Graham was helping me out and said, “Are we making harmattan cookies?” I thought how strange to make cookies for harmattan! Harmattan is when winds from the Sahara desert blow lots of dirt our way. To me it’s gross…everything is covered in sand and the hot air tastes like sand! But, in his mind harmattan was a seasonal change to be celebrated!! After thinking about it, I understood where he was coming from. Growing up we made cookies shaped like pumpkins, leaves or snowflakes. So, we chose the cookie press disk that looked like wind and made harmattan cookies!!
Our boys are looking forward to Christmas just like any other American kid. However, I wonder how many other 8, 6 and 2 year old boys are begging daily for a baby goat!!!
Every Sunday morning, our oldest son, Isaac asks if we are going to village church. Typically, our entire family travels 30 minutes to an hour to reach a different village each Sunday to worship. The service can last anywhere from 1-3 hours and it’s completely in the Kabiye language. Needless, to say the boys have a difficult time sitting through the service in the hot, stuffy hut without understanding anything that’s being said. Of course, we bring activities to occupy them, but that can only last so long, right? No matter what the answer to Isaac’s question is we get a huge response. Either much rejoicing or much sorrow!! They are beginning to learn at such a young age to sacrifice personal comfort for the sake of Christ.
Daily life activities that are private in the States are semi-public here in Togo. Things like taking a bath, going to the bathroom, fighting, cooking, etc. My kids are seeing these activities done by strangers all the time. They don’t really comment on it, but I certaintly do in my mind. I often wonder how this is effecting their world view. A few years ago when we were on furlough Isaac urinated in a Wal-mart parking lot before I could stop him. But, to him it was completely normal!
My kids have also traveled TONS more that I did as a child. The first time I left the country, other than Mexico (I did grow up in San Diego!), was after I graduated from Harding! I only left for the practical reason of “checking out” Africa because my fiance was interested in being a missionary. Our boys’ childhood is defined by travel! We travel long distances to go anywhere! We travel 9 hours for groceries, 5 hours to visit missionary friends, 2 days and across the ocean to visit grandparents. Isaac already has a long list of places he wants to visit within the near future…the great wall of China, the Eiffle Tower, and the Andes. I think in his mind these places are within reach. Dream big son!!!
Someone wiser than I said, “As missionaries we are raising green children. We parents are yellow and the host culture we raise them in is blue.” I’m living it!!
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