Something that the girls and I both love is when they get to teach me something new!
How did I get to be 33 years old and I don´t know how to cut up a whole chicken correctly? Saturday afternoon our house mom had an obligation and the girls came over here to our house for a little while. K taught me to cut up a whole chicken into beautiful pieces and then make the most delicious fried chicken ever! They watched Elf and helped me with my weekly meal planning/cooking session and left me freshly made corn tortillas for dinner.
I want to be a thousand times more humble than I am. I want to be a learner and receive help well and have lots more days like Saturday. But its hard and my pride gets in the way. Its something that I see in myself that helps me to understand where the girls are coming from in a lot of ways.
They don't come from good backgrounds, don't have good habits, don't know everything about , keeping a house, being a mom, going to school, having a good interview, etc. But its hard to learn new things and be humble and accept that you've learned a lot of things wrong in your life and now you have to relearn them. And it takes a long time and a lot of new experiences to be able to accept that. You have to see new examples and see people doing things a different way to want to change.
But it happens... slowly but surely, it happens.
These past few weeks have been really good with our youngest, C. She has her moments, but overall, we are seeing BIG changes in her! She has come up with goals for herself and is working hard to meet them. She is talking more freely about her family and her past and what she desires for a future relationship with them. She is working hard on her relationship with her daughter. I'm just proud of her. She has been with us a little over a year and its taken this long for her to realize that she wants a different future and that it is worth the hard work. That's learning!
God is so good to let me be on the front lines to watch these girls learn and change and see the same things happening in me.
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