Roosters crowing children growing, got big plans but dirty pants, with kids to teach life is sweet!
March 15, 2011Posted by on
Hi guys! I’m sitting with Maya right now. She has a really brightly colored, silky kind of suit on. It’s a kind of floral print korta with electric purple jam pants. Fitting.
I’ve talked non stop about the kids and staff at Kopila to my friends and family at home. I’m sure over the past few weeks Brendan has wished there was something besides Sabita’s angelic smile or Nabin’s nonstop enthusiasm for me to talk about. But with my trip fast approaching it’s been hard not to think about all the perfect little people that live at Kopila, and what it would be like to see them again. Would they remember me? If they did, would it be fondly? It’s hard for me to imagine that they could really care much when there are 40+ other people to love on each one of them.
When I arrived the first person that I locked eyes with was Maya. I pounded on the glass and waved like a crazy person, and started opening the door before the car had stopped. And she had this huge Maya smile – a little bit crazy, a whole lot heart. You know she was the first kid I met when I came to Kopila last summer.
So now here she is telling me she wants to write on the blog. She offers to spell my name for me on the blog: “L – I – S – A yeah?” She’s been practicing but Marshall is still a hang up – it’s too much like the Nepali name Magar.
I ask her about her day…how was school, what did she do…was it fun…
Teacher nice teacher reading.
Oh? What about?
That’s nice. What happened?
The dog in fight.
Yeah, and there was a lot of blood. On his back.
Hmm. That’s strange. I don’t remember curating any dog fight stories for the school library….
So what else happened?
Well, the dog was dirty dirty dirty. From all the blood. But then at the end he was happy dog, and washing. Not dirty. No blood.
I’m really confused. Could there possibly be a story like this that a teacher would choose to read to kindergarten?
…But at the end the dog was happy and they had a happy birthday and they played ball.
Ok, Maya’s just telling me a story now…
She looks at me, and at the computer, and she crawls into my lap and sets her nose a half inch from mine –
“I love Maggie and Libby and Lisa and Karen and Giselle and Jake and Nina and Suzy and Anthony and Lexie. You write!”
All’s well that ends well.
Here’s to a little crazy and a whole lot of heart.