On Monday, I went back to Clarkston for the first time in months; I died a little. Seeing all those kids again for what seemed like the first time, it took all I had in me not to cry. I probably held all the kids ten times each and ended up taking over sixty photos.
Usually when I go there with mi amiga Emily, and occasionally the Jonsie, we tutor them for about an hour to an hour and a half. We got there later than usual, no big deal, so most of the younger kids were already done and gone. There were, however, a group of fourth and fifth graders still hanging around--working out multiplication problems, writing short stories, the norm. I met a little 4th grader named Hussain; love of my LIFE! He had the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen...ever, and every time he talked, it was like his mouth forbade him to frown; love him. I really wish I'd gotten a picture with the cutie, but the professor (he was super smart) never came outside, which was where all the action was happening.
I only tutored for a little while because most of the ones that were left only had a few more problems to work out and then went outside; after I was done helping a little Korean girl and her friend, they practically pulled my arm out of socket to bring me outside; I didn't mind, though.Outside, there were five-hundred thousand kids (exaggeration) running around; it was mid-November, but warmer than usual for this time of year. I found my little Asian boy Sawyo (2nd grader) and we talked for a little while. I love him so much. The kids are precious. And I love them. All of them. A lot.
OH! There was a little baby--pretty sure her family just recently came from Africa because she didn't speak English, really-- and she would make the CUTEST sounds I've ever heard! It was like a wittle mouse! AHH! Adorable. Like I said, she didn't speak a lot of English, but she knew how to say "come" (she made me go down the slide with her) and she knew "gimme" (she really liked my camera. like...really).
It melts my heart to see how ecstatic my (yes, I got possessive) kids are when they us coming or when we enter the room; it melts your heart, really. We have a summer camp for them each year as well, and it's truly amazing an amazing experience when you get to talk about God's love to these children who's families came from third-world countries and own virtually nothing. It's truly remarkable. They trust you whole-heartedly that you will lead them in the right direction.I could go on and on about how much I love these kids, but I guess this may be a good stopping place. I love my Clarkston Babies. The End.
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