Month 10: just call me mama, part two; the adoption
I told you that the ‘mama’ role plays out so much in service work. And as of now, I’m an adoptive “English mother”.
Read up on some heart-warming stories from two learners at my school. I hope these service stories brighten up your day, as they made my week! Once again, I know why I’m here.
From that one kid:
To Miss Warden
Miss you are so kind. You’re not talkative like other womans and when somebody else says he or she is eager to learn you help that type of person by taking your books and give it to he or she. Most of the learners in my school likes you very much, is that they’re only shy to come to you. They think you are going to beat them but I always tell them that Miss Warden is from America. She will take care of you. Thanks to believe me about these stories. And I can see that my stories are developing. Miss I would like to spend my time with you. And some monitors doesn’t want me to come and read books in the library. They said I must get out of the library. Me too I did what they said. I get out but miss I hope you’ll tell them to not say that to me. They’re going to be nothing in the world when they grow up. Miss don’t forget that we loves you…very…very much. Don’t forget to give me an English name. One day when I finished school I’ll come visit you in America. I’ll give you something good. And I’d like to tell you that I’m good in animals and in writing stories. Which means I’m good in science and English. I’m going to write a story about your family. Miss I won’t insult or disappoint you in whatever is happen in this school. I’m just taking you as my mom.
You are the best. Thanks for encouraging me in my stories.
Yesterday, one of my top learners Amanda said, “Miss, I left you something in my exercise book.” When I finally got to grading her notebook, I find this little “check yes or no” note. Pretty much the cutest thing ever.
I know Amanda lived with her gogo in the beginning of the school year, but recently she moved in with another one of my grade 5 learners. They aren’t related, or if they are it’s very distant. I don’t know what’s up. I need to somehow figure it out without directly asking her, or wait for her to maybe write me about it. People aren’t direct in this culture, so I feel awkward asking so many questions sometimes. I ask questions overtime and piece together life stories or anything of that nature. The journalist-continuous questioning doesn’t fly.
Well, of course I had to circle “yes” as the correct answer; “I can be your English mother! We can speak a lot of English together!” I gave her her exercise book back in class and I saw her read the note incognito. The smile on her face was priceless — and something I’ll never forget. No matter what’s going on at home, she has someone at school who cares about her.
I really do love these kids; they’re my little buddies. In the back of my mind I keep thinking that my one year mark is coming up in a month, which means I’ll have to leave in a year. And believe me, a year goes by fast – sometimes too fast. I can’t imagine how hard it’s going to be to say bye to some of these kids. Ah, don’t even want to think about it.