August 27, 2015
I’ve been going to St George’s Home for Girls (SGH) now for two weeks and I learn something new everyday – like how out of practice I am with children! But the girls at SGH are very patient with me. They have taught me that even the very smallest things are valuable – like a tiny piece of an eraser, or a single sticker, or a hand on the shoulder. They have taught me that trust takes time and must be earned. I have learned to stand back and let them decide when they want or need me. The youngest of them love to read with me. And by that I mean I read while two of them are on my lap, two of them are bouncing up and down next to me, and one is standing on a chair re-styling my hair. Who needs hair product when there is peanut butter 😳
The girls at SGH have not had an easy time of it and sometimes they are sad, or angry, or scared. But they also laugh, and sing, and squeal…..really loud! That’s thirty girls from 7 – 17 years old all talking and giggling (and sometimes fighting) at the same time.
They haven’t told me about their hopes and dreams yet….and I haven’t earned that. My hope is that they do dream.