I am so excited this morning that it is almost time to go to the capitol to the point that I could hardly sleep and got up early. Of course, there are the obvious reasons for me to be excited. First of all, the arrival of our new baby girl in the next month. Second, some cooler temperatures hopefully. Third, some time off from language class, though I will still be studying while there. Fourth, getting to see some friends while we are there that we have not seen in a while. But, some additional reasons have come to mind today for which I am very grateful.
William is a sweet and loving son. He rarely gets into trouble, other than maybe for forgetting to pick up his toys and more often his books off the floor. He is so smart, that homeschool is a breeze. But he is a BOY! When he goes out to play, I tell him to stay near the house, so I can find him easily and not to throw dirt or rocks, especially at people or animals, and not to hit with sticks. But inevitably, the piles of rocks and sand in front of our neighbors' houses call to him. Now playing in the sand piles does not bother me terribly in itself, because this sand tends to be pretty clean. Nor do the piles of rocks bother me, as they love to climb on the mountains of rocks. However, when playing turns to throwing, I get concerned. Yesterday, William started throwing rocks. His friend decided to throw them back. One rock hit William on the side of his head. There was apparently a continued exchange and then William got hit in the arm with either another rock or a stick. My heart breaks when I hear my children crying and see them hurt, but at the same time I feel like he is receiving the consequences of his actions because he threw the first rock. He just happens to not have as good of aim as the other boy yet. But I do not want him hitting the other boy in the head either. While it makes me sad in a way to think about William not seeing his friends for a while, it will give me the opportunity to relax knowing that there will not be any rock throwing while we are in the capitol. I know boys will be boys, but it can give a mother heart failure to think of their child taking a rock to the head.
Mariama on the other hand is beginning to concern me with being too loving to others. She is precious and loves her siblings so much, even the new baby girl before she even arrives. She has a tendency to get in trouble more often though, choosing to enforce some rules to William while breaking the ones she wants. She is so very smart, sometimes too smart for her own good or ours. She is a girly girl, and yet she tries really hard to hang tough with her brother and his friends as well. On Saturday, she was in on the rock throwing, despite the fact that I told her to leave the rocks alone. She hit a bigger boy with a rock, so he hit her back with a stick. Once again, it hurts to see one's child crying and hurting, but natural consequences will be faced. Yesterday, however, she was playing outside and some bigger boys had brought her flowers they had picked (probably from our bushes). Later on in the house, she was calling them her boyfriends. I said we just needed to call them friends. She reinforced that they were her boyfriends. Boyfriends??--she is 4!! Now I am not unaware of the preschool or kindergarten "romance" among children. But when the boys are easily as much as 5 years older than her, it is a little disturbing, especially in a culture where children tend to grow up so quickly. Then in the afternoon, they came by the house and she was hugging them. She is an affectionate child, but it is inappropriate in this culture for Rich and I to show one another public displays of affection. We do not need her starting that at such an early age, or any age for that matter. I let her go out and play on her own, particularly with the little girl from next door, but yesterday made me more concerned for her safety.
How much freedom do I give without letting them be in danger and how much restriction do I put on them without being the mean white lady? How do I show others that we want to be part of their lives and have them be part of ours without sacrificing their safety? I know they will likely miss their friends a lot while we are in the capitol, but I am looking forward to a little relaxation of the mind and heart. I am also looking forward to having a little down time with just me and them as well. I am working on "being anxious for nothing but in everything, through prayer and supplication, making my requests known to God," but a little time that does not instigate the anxiety will be nice.
Wow. Parenting overseas sounds pretty tough. It must be especially hard for the kids because the rules of another culture may not be understood by them, and so they tend to follow the "home" culture rules. I have a suggestion--role play. Pick one situation at a time that you have concerns about (like Mariama's hugging), and have Richie and william role play what she should do instead of hugging.
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