Tag Archives: Children
I’m getting anxious with my youth center plans, and I have a feeling I’m not the only one. Though its not official, and most people here don’t have a clue of what I’m about to embark upon, I think the feeling of something new must be brewing in the air.
Lately at the Food Distribution more and more kids have been coming, not just to pick up food for their moms, but to stay and chat (and sometimes help out!). Last night we were graced with the presence of our two little “translators”, a term and position they have appointed themselves. Since most of the mothers only speak Arabic, and I only speak Hebrew, they like to be the ones to communicate all the in’s and out’s of the procedures. It’s very cute, actually.
They sooooo need this youth center, to have a place to go. I’m getting excited about the vision I have, and this week I will be looking at some potential buildings for the site. In the meantime you can see my adorable, little helpers for yourselves. These girls are two reasons why I am passionate about future plans…..
This week I learned that no matter what culture you come from, we all have one thing in common: kids love dodgeball!
This week during the Nazareth English Camp, one of the American games I taught the kids to play was Medic (an upscale version of dodgeball). I wasn’t sure how it would go over in the Arab community, especially with the girls, but I soon got my answer.
Each day when the groups would come to my station, all the kids would approach me saying, “doctor? doctor?” (Medic wasn’t exactly a word in their culture, so I used doctor instead, while explaining). No matter what new game I attempted to teach, they always wanted to play “doctor” (dodgeball).
The week was beyond draining for me, and I seriously haven’t run around and played in a long time. Needless to say, I was exhausted at the end of each day and today I totally crashed! Even though I was in the middle of the action most the time (my arms and legs can attest to that), I was able to snap a few photos…
Today I was humbled.
There is a young Sudanese girl, 10/11 yrs. old who comes each week for Food Distribution for her mother. She is the cutest thing and since she is in school here, her Hebrew is super good. Today she brought her brother with her and I asked her (in Hebrew), “Is this your brother?” and she said, “yes“. So, I said to him “Shalom!” And he said “Shalom” back. Then he turns to his sister and asks her (in Hebrew), “does she know Hebrew?” (referring to me) And the girl replied back, “Yes. Just not good Hebrew.”
There really isn’t a response to that, so I looked at her, smiled, and said “Toda raba!!!” (thanks so much). She just smiled back. Oh, the joy of honesty from a child!!!
….If you haven’t seen this movie, then you must.
A story of WWII from the eyes of an 8 year old boy. A German 8 year old boy. A son of a high ranked Nazi officer, German 8 year old boy, who befriends an 8 year old Jewish boy on the other side of the fence.
If you don’t think that the way we raise our children, teach our children, or pour into our children makes a difference then think again! Everything we say and do influences them. Whether we realize it or not, they are watching us. Our choices affect them directly or indirectly, and sometimes the consequences are more than we could ever imagine.
Powerful, yet tragic message!
There was just something about this little boy that captured me…