Home Sweet Home

Being home is bittersweet... I love being with my parents. I love being with my dogs. I love the fall and the cool, crisp weather. I'm catching up on TV shows and getting unpacked and getting started on my law school applications... But I can't stop thinking about what I would be doing back at Amani... waking up for the sunrise. The peace that surrounds Lake Victoria in the early morning. Having breakfast with the other volunteers every morning. Walking to Amani down the long dirt road. Teaching preschool, playing in the yard, holding the babies, putting bandages over scraped knees, kissing booboos, being "Auntie Alea." My heart aches to be with Dan again. To hold him. I can still feel his little body tucked perfectly in my arms.

My last night in Uganda I was putting all the kids to bed and when I got to Dan's bed to tuck him in and say goodnight he went into a fit of giggles and rolled to the far side of the bed, trying to hide from me. I crawled into his bed and he threw his arms around my neck and pulled me in to a tight hug. I told him I love him and gave him kisses and he whispered back, "I love you." He kept cupping his hands over my ear and whispering indiscernible things into it. We had a nice little cuddle with him holding me tightly. It was such a sweet moment. It was so hard to leave him. So hard. I can't stop thinking about him and his precious little smile. But I know the other volunteers are taking good care of him.

I really miss the other volunteers. They are some of the most amazing people I've ever met. We grew so close and shared so much together. It was just amazing to get to live in Africa with these ladies. There's Charlie, with her Scottish-Australian accent and sarcasm and easy-going nature.

And sweet Curry from Nashville, Tennessee. I'm thinking of applying to Vanderbilt just so I can see her again.

And tiny little Bekah. With that adorable little laugh of hers and the way she'd always crack us up with the things she'd say.

And Andy from Tulsa, Oklahoma with her cute little freckles and curls. She had such spunk and such strong opinions.

I miss my friends who felt like family. I miss my babies. I miss tickling Fazira and blowing on Dan's belly. I miss hearing Zurita's laugh and seeing baby Helene smile. But I know that they're all in safe and well taken care of. Africa has truly captured my heart, and I do very much hope to go back there, but I learned that I need to stop worrying about the future and enjoy the moment, so... as of now I'm not going back. but maybe someday...

Thanks for following mine and Nikki and Natalie's journeys!

Lots of love,

Alea

Things I've learned and Saying Goodbye

Sunrise over Lake Victoria

I’m sitting in the middle of a thunderstorm. I mean seriously right in the middle. I have never heard thunder so loud. I feel like any moment I could get hit by lightning. It’s pouring rain and I’m inside the Palm Tree (the new volunteer guest house) sitting cozy in my bed watching the rain outside my window. All day I have been thinking, this is the last sunrise I will see over Lake Victoria, this is the last time I will teach preschool, this is the last time I’ll eat one of Mama Cook’s meals…

I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow. It feels so surreal. A huge part of me wants to stay till my money runs out. Just another month or two… Then I wouldn’t have to say goodbye quite yet. How can I leave Dan? Helene? Zurita? The other volunteers who I’ve grown so close to and am going to miss so much? The red dirt and the roosters and the cows walking down the middle of the road and the amazing sunrises? I’m going to miss out on so much… the safari, visiting Mama Santa’s village and seeing the Acholi dances she has taught the girls in her village, teaching preschool, seeing all the children getting adopted go home, precious moments with Dan…

I have learned so much during my time here. How to trust God. What it means to suffer. How vitally important family is. How to be patient and wait. How to focus on enjoying the present, rather than worrying about the future. And more than anything I have learned that it doesn’t matter what you’re doing or how big of a thing it seems, you can be serving and bringing glory to God, whether you’re in Africa at an orphanage, abroad elsewhere doing missions, or back at home going to school or working. God has such different plans for each of us and all our different gifts and talents, and can use us all in such different ways.

I know that I’m going to miss being here so much, and I do wish that I could stay here longer, but I think it’s time for me to get home and get started on the next phase of my life. There are so many other volunteers here and they really don’t need me here anymore. I got to be here to visit other orphanages, to dance with the mamas, to check on Steven, to see that the other children reunited with their families are doing okay, to see multiple families from America come here and meet their children for the first time, to teach preschool, and so much more. I am so grateful that I was able to extend my stay and feel so blessed just to have spent the time here that I have.

Today was my last official day at Amani. I helped with preschool and had all of the kids draw pictures for me so that I can put them in a photo album when I get home next to a picture of each kid. I had special time with each of the kids and tonight I’ll get to tuck them into bed one last time. It’s ridiculous how much these kids have impacted my life and captured my heart. I hope that when I get home all that I’ve learned here stays with me, that I don’t just get back into old habits, or wrapped up in our materialistic culture. I know it's time to go home and move on to that next new phase in my life, whatever that will be...

Snuggling with Zurita

My sweet boy Dan

My baby girl Helene

Franky

Last days.....

I was telling a few of the kids that I'm leaving on Saturday, and Dan started to cry. It breaks my heart thinking of leaving him. I spent some special time with him this afternoon and told him how special he is to me and how much I love him. He very sweetly got quiet and told me he loves me. We went for a walk together and I cried about five times thinking about leaving him. How do I leave him? Not knowing where he'll be going from here. Not knowing whether he'll have a family or go to school... I just wish I could take him home with me and give him everything. I wish I could take him so that I would know he would receive endless love and opportunities. I just love him so much.

We went to an AIDS orphanage yesterday and I fell in love with this little girl who didn't speak English, but she was beautiful and clung to me the whole time. Tomorrow we're going over to our pastors house for one more home cooked meal, and Friday one of the other volunteers is gonna make us all breakfast for dinner for our last night. We're going over to the couple who leads worship at church's house for a pancake breakfast Saturday morning. The rest of my last few days here will be spent with the children, getting them to draw some last minute pictures, taking as many pictures and videos as I can so that I will never forget each of their little quirks and the sound of their little voices.

Just some things I don't want to forget about my time here... We visited different children's homes, one for special needs and one for children with AIDS. We went on a boat ride to the source of the Nile and saw monkeys. We got to have a picnic dinner with an amazing family on the Nile. We got to pray for a woman who was hit by a car and hasn't walked in a year. We got to pray for a woman covered in burns. I've been by the side of a little boy dying of cancer and for the first time in my life felt the power of the cross. I've seen children reunited with their families and meet their new ones for the first time. I've seen children come to Amani completely closed off and reserved and I've seen them come alive after being cared for and loved on, smiling and laughing and talking and playing with the other children. I've seen a group of 200 young children sit quietly on the patio of Katie Davis, listening attentively to a bible story and singing worship with such carefree joy. I've seen hundreds of children come to a school carrying bowls knowing that at least for today they will be fed. I've driven a 4-wheeler around through villages with infection excited children and along the breathtaking shores of the Nile. I've watched children's faces light up simply because I have walked into the room. I have felt my heart be restored by their endless joy. I've driven a car on the wrong side of the road. I have had a cold, a fever, endless stomach issues, a sinus, and an infected cut. I have learned to trust God and to rely on him for strength. I have seen my capacity for love and for enduring and it has far surpassed my expectations. God has the ability to stretch us and use us in ways we have never anticipated. I feel so blessed and grateful for this experience. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

In a few days I will be back at home, catching up on TV shows I've missed, getting to be surrounded by people I have been away from for 2 months, reunited with all of my clothes and things that I have gone without. I will be thrust back into our materialistic, celebrity-obsessed culture, away from the community that I have grown to love and depend on. I can't imagine waking up and not hearing one of Charlie's jokes or Bekah's funny little laugh. I will miss Curry's quiet, calming presence, and Andy's awesome thrift store clothes. I am going to miss the church community that I have found here. Our pastor that has had us over to dinner multiple times and fed us and entertained us and loved on us. Our worship team that has had us to their house for worship on Tuesday afternoons with their sweet family. Our pastor's son who has come over for game nights and who was really there for us when Walter passed. It is just amazing. At church today they invited me to the front and prayed for me and I just felt so loved and cared for and I feel like no one wants me to leave, which is such a nice feeling. But I think I'm ready to come home.

dancing with the mamas and visiting kids

Saturday night we came to the baby home to dance with the mamas. They all taught us their traditional dances from their different villages, and it was so fun to dance with them and make them laugh! After they finished teaching us all their dances, they asked us to teach them, so I taught them some ballet and tap and it was so precious. We had such a good time with them!

Monday I got to go visit the boy I took to his dad a month ago. Charlie and I made the hour and a half drive out to this boy's village to bring him clothes and shoes and food and soap and toothbrushes and all kinds of goodies and to check on him to see how he's doing living with his family. As we got closer and closer and I knew we were on the road to his house I started remembering the squeaky little sound he let out when he was trying not to cry and the single tear he had running down his face as I made this drive with him last time. I got more and more nervous to see him and had to fight back tears until we pulled up in front of his empty house. The nice thing about villages is that when the parents have to go to work they just leave their kids with the neighbors, so he wasn't far away. It turns out he'd gotten malaria and had to be admitted to the hospital and had just gotten discharged the day before we came.

When he saw us he showed no excitement... in fact he looked a little scared. Charlie and I both started crying when we saw him and held him and told him how much we miss him and love him. We sat down on a mat with him and gave him some biscuits and he said he was liking his family and being there with them. Word spread pretty quickly that there were mzungus around, and soon we were surrounded by 30 or 40 village kids. As soon as I stood up to greet them they all jumped back five feet and looked terrified. I was really tempted to shout "Boo!" and scare them all away, but instead I let them warm up to me and shake my hands. Their faces when I touched them looked as though they thought the white might rub off on them, but most of them were excited to see a mzungu.

I got to see this boy's brothers and father and they all said that he was adjusting and doing well. We showed him pictures of the kids back at Amani and told him how much they miss him, and he seemed excited to see them, but not at all sad. Even when we were leaving he didn't cry and he was very sure that he wanted to stay, so I think it went better than I'd expected. It was hard seeing him covered in dirt and seeming so unsure about us, but it's good to know that he is happy there and he's not wearing rags and he looks well fed and well cared for. I'm so glad that he didn't cry or want to come back with us cause I don't think my heart could've handled that.

I am soooo happy that I was able to go visit him and see that he is doing well and seems happy and loved. I feel like that is the reason that I stayed this long, so I'd be able to fulfill my promise to him that I'd come back and check on him. On our way home we stopped by another village where the two children Natalie wrote about many weeks ago now live with their mom. They have come by Amani a few times since they left for various reasons, and their last visit the boy was covered in sores all over his body that were itching and oozing and bleeding and it was awful to see him that way. I guess it's common for children to have lots of health issues when they leave Amani and go to live in a village because they haven't been exposed to all the different bugs and things that can harm them that other children are immune to.

When we stopped by their home it was such a relief to see that his sores have all gone, but he's covered in scars from whatever it was. They both cried and ran to their mom when the saw us, I'm assuming because they were afraid we'd take them away with us... which I guess is good... It's just so hard seeing our kids living in these dreadful conditions when they've lived at Amani where they are just so spoiled. But they are happy and loved, and I'm learning that that is what really matters. It is amazing to me that these kids are happier having a family regardless of the conditions than they are being at Amani where they are given constant attention and have lots of clothes and food and love and running water and electricity and material things that our kids in America wouldn't dream of living without. I would think they would be dying to come back to Amani and all their friends, but it just goes to show that family is even more important than all of that. When it comes to basic life necessities, maybe having a mother and/or a father that loves you is more important than getting three meals a day and having a well rounded diet and being able to take a warm bath. Can you imagine? It blows my mind.

I have more to say but gotta go so I'll update with more very soon!!!

xoxo,

Alea

Another week gone....

This has been another pretty uneventful week. I've been continuing to teach preschool, which I love more and more every day. I have to say these last couple of weeks have been extremely hard for me. After everything with Walter and the boy that went back to his dad things got really quiet at Amani and I haven't really gone on any more adventures since Nikki and Natalie left, so I was just kinda going through the motions every day, teaching preschool and playing with the kids... And more and more volunteers have been coming. There are 10 of us now. And we couldn't get a safari before I leave so they're all going to go at the end of the month when I am gone, and they have all these other plans that I'm going to miss out on. Meanwhile back home I'm missing my friends' weddings and I have just been wondering why I'm still here. I am so grateful I was still here for Walter, but since he's been gone I have felt a little bit purposeless here. But the last couple of days God has been revealing to me that just being here, even if nothing exciting is happening and I'm not having any more grand adventures, is still a challenge and a growing experience. I still have a lot to learn. And though I didn't think it was possible, my love for these children has continued to grow and I've gotten even more attached to them.

Yesterday we went to a special needs home where one of our kids now lives. He has a disease I cannot pronounce or spell that affects his muscles and/or bones. I don't really know. He was here when I came two years ago, and he just transfered to this home a few months ago. He's five now and just started walking before he left Amani! He is a precious little boy and I just adore him. It was so sweet getting to go visit him and meet the other children at this home. I was amazed that these two single women live at this home with 13 special needs children and take care of them full time, around the clock! They have a child with epilepsy, another with autism, another with AIDS, several with various emotional issues, and so on. I can't imagine how they manage to run this home day to day and care for the children on their own! It was truly inspiring to see.

Today is Uganda's independence day, so we took all the older kids with us to go see the excitement in town. There were all these soldiers marching and a band playing the national anthem. We missed most of it, so we ended up taking all the kids to town for juice and cake. It was still fun to dress all the kids up and take them on a fun outing all together. Also today, the boy we took to visit his grandmother went home to live with her, and he seemed pretty excited about it so that is a huge blessing! Two more of our kids' parents are coming this weekend from America and will be going to court next week to hopefully get legal guardianship so they can take their kids home!

Since I've been here I've seen 8 children meet their adoptive families, 7 new kids arrive, 2 get reunited with their families, and 1 pass away. There have been so many heartbreaks, and so many wonderful moments. I have so many beautiful memories to take home with me. I have one week left and I'm savoring every second of it. I'm no longer going to question why I am here or what I'm going to do when I get home. I am going to focus on being present and on giving love to these kids. I have no idea how I'm going to part from these children. They have absolutely captured my heart and so has Africa. Again.

At the Special Needs home... this little girl stole my heart!

Jeremiah!!

Playing with the parachute

Charlie, Curry and I went ATV-ing along the Nile :) We got pretty dirty...