|At our end of the year backyard party some of the children lined up for a|
photo. All but one of these kiddos will be leaving our daycare, and on to the bigger school.
|Reading in Hungarian has actually become one of my favorite|
activities to do with the children.
Every hug and every laugh I received from these little ones was a true kairos moment, that fortunately I got to experience almost daily. Every morning upon walking in the door I was greeted with a sea of, “Szia Mayyy’s!” followed by thundering footsteps of children racing to get picked up first. To the children, it did not matter that I was a complete foreigner and barely familiar with their language. Even through our inability to understand or speak to one another, they loved me whole heartedly. Many a times a
|Becoming a real life jungle gym is basically a requirement|
for YAGM volunteers.
simple hug was enough to comfort the tears away, or brighten a smile a hundred times. To them I was a celebrity, deeply cherished and loved for being exactly who I was, and for that love I am extremely grateful. They have helped me realize, more confidently, that working with children is one thing I’m gifted and good at, and something I thoroughly enjoy. Though that statement may sound so simple, it’s been a profound thing for me to come to terms with, especially after a huge internal debate I had with myself in college between getting a business degree and an education degree. I now know where my passions lie, and though the money in it may not overflow, the hugs and love sure do.