Last night I think I went from being a guest to part of the
family. Mama was in Kampala and
Dad was waiting out to pick her at the bus stop later on. So it was just me and the
youngins… By the time 9:30 rolled
around I was ready for sleep but since Janice hadn’t given them any instruction
to settle down, the four year old twins were bouncing off the walls, quite
literally. Usually I just let it
go and eventually someone will put them to bed, but around 10 I realized that
just wasn’t going to happen. They
were so over tired they couldn’t even form words and were just crying and
fighting each other. So I decided
maybe I should step in. I’m still
unsure of what my role is in this family but it was clear that nothing was
going to happen if I didn’t do something. I sat down on the coach, got Merina under one arm,
Michelle on my lap, talked quietly, and in 5 minutes they were passed out. It was so simple, but my sense of
accomplishment was high because I actually felt like a participant in the
family!
Since I had a cooking lesson on Sunday, and also cooked
dinner at a local friend’s house on Monday, Mama is giving me this Sunday to
cook for the family. She says its
my turn. Sharing food is such a
bonding experience and so I feel that I have very high standards to meet. This
could be the ultimate in to the family though so I hope whatever I attempt
comes out to meet their taste!
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