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my response to being a learner teacher

2.18.17

Simply being on a college campus is good for me. It’s quite remarkable how backpacks, classrooms, and using a cafeteria tray produce a lot of aspirations. But, I wasn’t carrying a student ID and wearing whatever clean clothes I had left in my closet this time; I was carrying a guest parking pass and wearing my new ankle boots and favorite Anthro top.

I enjoy teaching. Not because I’m good at it though. I enjoy it because there’s such excitement in looking into the faces of individuals who all signed up for a class called “Creating a Positive Change for Children” and telling them that they don’t have to do big things to make a big impact. In a classroom in the Fred Rogers Center, a place dedicated to sustaining the work and legacy of a man who was all about simple and deep rather than complex and shallow, I shared a little about the work I get to do to create positive change for children and my heart for those who care for the most vulnerable children in the world. They asked questions; I tried to answer them, all of us coming from a place of wanting to be used as instruments of change.

I had a lot to process on my 4 1/2 hour drive home—the experience inside that classroom as well as a full day leading up to it spent one-on-one with the director of the Fred Rogers Center and the man who, over the last two years, instilled much of the same message to me, that what I do matters, that I don’t have to do big things to make a big impact, and that there’s no tool I need or can teach that is more effective than simply offering me.

I keep up with one of the staff at the orphanage where we serve. Her name means beautiful, likely given to her as a wish by whoever was in charge of intake and naming when she was abandoned as a baby at the same orphanage where she now works. It’s a name that fits her well. In October 2015, I led my first staff training there. It is a video driven training where, simply put, we capture the good and magnify it. We used a number of clips that day but the most effective clip we used was one featuring her. I had entered a classroom to observe and take notes of a child in the class. As I did, I caught one of the most beautiful moments there I’ve ever seen, a moment shared by a little boy who would soon be someone’s son and a young woman, an orphan never chosen made teacher. Not long ago, I asked her what it was like for her to be come to a mandatory staff training, sit far in the back looking at the backs of the heads of all those ranked higher than her, and then see herself on the large screen in the front as an example of what good caregiving looks like. It’s a bit of a puzzle talking back and forth as we both use app translations to communicate. Among all of the pieces of our conversation puzzle as she responded to me, there were a few phrases that became ones that I wanted to read over and over again. One of those such phrases was this one: 让我想要做的更好—It made me want to do better.

In those 4 1/2 hours in the car, my response was the same as hers: 让我想要做的更好—I want to do better. All the conversation about how to use the Simple Interactions curriculum more effectively despite cross cultural and system challenges; how to multiply impact and create systemic change by reaching a few people who each reach a few people who each reach a few people; how to utilize the same tool with directors as they lead staff and parents as they lead sons and daughters and even children as they care for other children; how to live out Simple Interactions as a team, as a community; how to balance a near sighted vision to gently nudge along the person before me right now and give them what they need with a far sighted vision that reminds me why I’m pressing on and why the simple interactions matter; time spent with aspiring world changers just sharing a glimpse into what I have the privilege of doing…time spent as a student eager to learn from a gifted and world-changing teacher…all that led me to the same response that my friend in China shared—让我想要做的更好.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Orphans, The Sparrow Fund

The child still waiting

2.8.17

I scrolled through literally thousands of images today from trips to China. Thousands more fill my head that I wish I had in jpg form forever preserved. So much joy captured in flat images on my screen. So many children no longer orphans. So many children who have gone from lost to found, from lonely to a beloved son or daughter.

I want the joy to overwhelm me for those children who I know by their Chinese names who now have new names and last names…last names. Yet, my heart hurts over one.

When I saw him last, he asked me how one of his friends was doing now that he was in America. He told me he missed him, that he hoped to see him again.

I gave him some artwork that the boy had made and sent with me as a gift for the orphanage. He smiled so big his eyes looked entirely shut, and he thanked me a few times over.

He giggled as the doctors on the team asked him to jump rope and look this way and push his tongue out that way. He tried to do everything we asked him to do and told us when it was just a little bit too hard to do. And, he asked if he’d ever get to come to America.

I want to celebrate with all the stories I have been able to witness, all the redemption there. I do celebrate. But, how I wish I could add this boy’s picture to those.

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“Joe” is eligible for adoption through Madison Adoption Associates and will AGE OUT of adoption in August. He is diagnosed with septo-optic dysplasia which sounds super significant and scary. But, he sees and he smiles and he wants a family. There is a $5,000 Bright Futures grant available to the family who says yes to him. Email me or Sarah@madisonadoption.org for more information.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, Orphans

The gift of a nativity

2.3.17

bracelets…gloves and scarves…perfume and lotions…books…artwork…

I overthink staff gifts every. single. trip.

This trip was no different in that respect.

I gathered cute little tote bags. I gathered bracelets for nannies and handmade sleeve covers for them to wear to protect their clothes when they are working. I gathered chocolate bars and a postcard and a very cool OH HAPPY DAY necklace made by a talented friend on the team. I had all the gifts ready to go and then one week before the trip, it dawned on me.

They are getting ready to celebrate their biggest holiday of the year. We just celebrated our biggest holiday of the year. What if we took a gift to honor the timing of this trip, a gift related to our holiday, a gift that would serve a few purposes perhaps. 

That’s how baby Jesus made it into my suitcase.

Baby Jesus 2 times over.

We gave all the staff gifts I had planned. We gave lots and lots of supplies and toys and therapy tools. Ayis had asked us if they could photocopy some of the games we had used before we left so that they could try to replicate them. They clapped their hands when I told them we were leaving them at the end of the week. We gave them the RMB equivalent to $1000 cash to use wherever it was most needed. But rather than accept the cash donation, the staff requested that we go with them to purchase $1000 of snacks, yogurt, and juice for the children. Apparently, they have an allowance for those things from the state, but they want to be able to give the children more that what the quota is. And, as is the Chinese way, we then had to pose for a picture just to confirm all that I just explained.

Yes, those are directors holding light-saber-looking bubble wands. Yes, that’s me holding some strawberry flavored capsules of yogurt-like substance. Note my daughter’s very large smile as she held in her giggle at the mysterious dried things she was holding.

After that, I took a deep breath and then presented just two more gifts in a very formal, ceremonial way.

You are preparing to celebrate Spring Festival, your most important holiday. WE just celebrated OUR OWN most important holiday. Do you know what it is? Yes, that’s right–Christmas! In honor of the timing of our trip, we wanted to give you something very special. This is a traditional Christmas decoration called a nativity. American families set nativities up in their homes for Christmas to remind them and teach their children about the Christmas story. You already have a Christmas tree which is so fun to see! We brought this nativity as a gift for your orphanage that you can set up under your the tree this year and in the future. We also brought this doll that was made by a friend of mine. It is a baby Jesus doll. In America, at Christmas time, children might hold this doll and rock it like this while they sing. 

And, then we sang. I cradled that Baby Jesus, and the Americans in that lobby started singing. Right there in the middle of the lobby of a Chinese orphanage, we sang Away in a Manger while the staff stood by with big smiles until we sang the last “asleep on the hay” at which point they broke out in applause. Then one-by-one all of us helped set up the nativity under their tree. The tree that had made us giggle a few days earlier now looked like one of the most beautiful Christmas trees I had ever seen in my life.

 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: China, Orphans, The Sparrow Fund

The gift of a monument

2.2.17

It’s become a bit of a trademark for our orphanage trips. For months, we research and post on Facebook and email agencies trying to find as many families as we can who have adopted from that orphanage. We contact all the ones we can find and ask them to be a part of our efforts by sending me their child’s Chinese name and current name, where they live as they want shared with the orphanage, a picture of their child from his or her time at the orphanage, a handful of pictures of him or her now, and a few words. I collect it all and sort it all and then spend a few late nights with Shutterfly. A week or two later, a hardcover book arrives that is so much more than a photo album. Each page testifies to why we do what we do and why they do what they do. It’s an ebenezer. It’s a monument.

At the orphanage where we have served for years, they have come to expect the gift and sit on the edge of their seat in anticipation of it at the end of the week. But, at this orphanage, there was sweetly no expectation at all for anything more than what we had already given all weeklong. So, when I presented the gift to the director during our last meal together, she was barely able to speak as she turned each page and then went back and turned each page again and a third time.

She pointed out a picture of a family on the day they received their child. She was in the picture having brought their child to them. She told us that was the first year the children’s section in the social welfare institute had been open and her first year working.

She pointed out a little girl who had some physical challenges and marveled at how she had received what she needed and looked so happy now. That little girl was the first child ever to be in a foster home. The director had fought to start up that program, and she was the first child to be a part of it.

She pointed out a boy who they had sent to a public school but other children complained about him because of his physical differences. In fact, children’s parents called the school and asked that he would no longer be allowed to attend. She told me how she had fought for him as a mother would so that he’d be able to stay there and keep learning until he was adopted.

I thought every page would tell her a story. But, with every page, she told me a story. The book no longer was a monument to changed lives; it was a monument of children who had been fought for, who had people working for their cause when they lived on one side of the world and now on the other side of the world.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: China, Orphans, The Sparrow Fund

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