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| 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. |
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| 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
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| 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.
More later
-Mere
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