So right now, it’s my Spring Break. And besides laying in bed until 8:30 (you’re laughing, but seriously, this is straight-luxury, all right?), and reading whatever-heck-I-want, it’s mission-shopping and pageant-planning central this week. As I’ve had some free time to put this together a little more, and as I’ve visited former teachers I worked with, I’ve found myself thinking of my different students. Of the darling kids I got to peer-tutor and play with, and of the cuties at my internship senior year. Most of all, I’m missing my China babies.
My friend Saralyn linked me her sister’s blog post today because it’s about her time in China, teaching English. I was so excited to read it. I called my mom in and started in, reading it out loud. First I was laughing, and giving choir-robe-worthy, hallelujah amens! And then I surprised myself mid-sentence, when a sob caught in my throat. By the end of it, we were both crying.
Read it HERE. It is SO well-written. The very last paragraph killed me. And it’s so awesome when someone else gives words where you can say, amen. To every part of it.
“I cried because I loved them and I knew I would never see them again. Some of the children did not understand that we wouldn’t be there in the morning, but the ones who did cried right along with us. I can think of only two times in my life when I have experienced real, traumatic heartbreak, and this was one of them. It’s been just over six years now since I said goodbye to those angels, and while that ache in my heart has shrunk over time, it still throbs when I think of their sweet, silly faces.”