• answers

    out my bedroom window

    Over the past few months, I’ve gotten some thought-provoking questions that I’ve never taken the time to answer…until now. Let’s jump right in, shall we?

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    Question #1: I’m curious to know more about what narrative you use to prop yourself up when the “what in the world are we doing??!!” spiral begins. When the kids are grouchy and sad about leaving friends, snow, familiar places and routines, when you are weary of sorting and packing and planning, when you feel anxious about rain and darkness and being loud and tall, what do you tell yourself (and the children) to find some peace in it? Perhaps it is such a deeply personal experience that putting it into words is impossible, or maybe it is such a step of faith of some kind that explanation is inadequate. But those of us who shrink from the weight of “calling” still would like a reason to turn our lives upside down, if only for a season.

    (This question came while we were still in the states. In a coffee shop one afternoon, I wrote a windy answer that went on for pages and didn’t make much sense. So I dropped it. But I didn’t stop thinking about it. Probably because I’ve been wrestling with these questions for years, and now, in the midst of an assignment, all the more so.) 

    We all turn our lives upside down, in big ways and little, for the things we think are important. We do hard things because we trust we will become better people for doing so. We go to med school, have babies, see counselors, invite the new family at church over for supper, care for aging parents, ride bike to work, and smile at strangers. Also, when we commit to something (marriage, parenthood, a new job, a move), it’s natural to grieve what we are giving up. It’s always the hope that the new venture, while risky and unknown, will provide benefits that will compensate for what is being left behind. This is life.

    My husband and I volunteered with MCC because we wanted to. It wasn’t because we felt a calling or a push or felt a heavy weight pressing us down. It was because I spied a golden opportunity dangling in front of my very nose, so I informed my husband that I was going to go for it and he best come along, too.

    Yes, we are giving something to this little school in the Guatemalan mountains, but it’s peanuts in comparison to what we’re receiving. This doesn’t de-value what we are giving—our time, our skills, our best efforts—but simply states the truth. This is just how it is.

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    Question #2: How could you possibly eat store bought tortillas when you have the best homemade tortilla recipe in the world?

    Because making tortillas takes time.

    For some reason I can’t yet put my finger on, cooking and food prep takes way more mental energy than it did in the states. Maybe because I’m working in a less-than-perfect set-up: one small worktable, few tools, small fridge, etc. In the states, I can bop around the kitchen while talking on the phone, checking email, and keeping one eye on the kids. Here, each thing takes my full attention. It’s easier to buy a pack of chemical laden flour tortillas, or stop by one of the corn tortilla vendors lining the market entrance. If I take the time to make flour tortillas, or any other non-essential food like bread, cookies, or meat, it’s a special treat.

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    Question #3: I am wondering why the mission organization accepts families with multiple kids, knowing these underlying difficulties.

    (This question came after I wrote about how much the kids were struggling with our move. I can’t answer for Mennonite Central Committee, but I can tell you what I’ve experienced from working with this agency for going-on-four years.)

    1. Moving to another culture is hard. Period. It’s challenging for singles, couples, and families.
    2. Working in foreign countries is all about The Relationships. Having children helps to speed up the relationship-building process.
    3. MCC is mostly made up of singles and couples. There are families, but they aren’t quite as common, probably because most parents are smarter than us. Also, it’s more expensive to relocate families.
    4. MCC is aware, as are we, that children are the future leaders of our families, communities, churches, and country. We are exposing our children to experiences and concepts that will help shape their views of the world, hopefully in ways that will make them more compassionate, generous, and confident.
    5. Children are considered a part of the MCC team. While not expected to “work,” their needs and interests are taken seriously.
    6. Stretching experiences, although difficult and sometimes quite painful, are not bad. MCC acknowledges this and does a good job of preparing children for what they might experience. But being prepared doesn’t mean they will be able to avoid the painful experiences.
     

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    Question #4: What insects are you encountering? (Thinking of all the cracks and crevices in the houses.)

    Flies!
    Flies are everywhere now that it’s warming up. Crickets. Moths. June
    bugs. Unidentifiable flying insects that crash into my head while I’m in
    bed at night trying to read by the glare of the single lightbulb.
    Spiders. We have to shake out our clothes before wearing them because
    unworn clothes make fabulous spider houses.

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    Questions #5: Sometimes I feel like you think you should be able to live in these conditions and not mind the cold, etc. because the natives are acclimated. Is that true? Because, I just want you to know that it sounds perfectly miserable. I like the buffer. I want the buffer. I must have the buffer. Why is it that Mennonites think they have to suffer in order to do good for the world?

    1. I don’t like to suffer.
    2. I don’t think anyone should have to suffer.
    3. We aren’t suffering here—on the contrary, it’s an honor to experience something so different from our norm. But! This doesn’t mean it’s all roses and coffee in bed.
    4. The pleasure and wisdom we gain from life is in direct correlation to the hard stuff we experience. I’m not sure this is always true, but I think it’s true much of the time.
    5. I think I did as much, if not more, good stuff for the world in my comfy home in Virginia.

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    Question #6: Are you feeling okay about being there now, enjoying the experience and feeling like it’s a worthwhile endeavor . . . or are you quietly counting the days until you’re heading back home?

    I am feeling extremely okay about being here. There are things I miss about home, and if I let myself think about them—soft sofas! Netflix! my own van! family! fresh sourdough bread!—then I feel all sorts of forlorn, so I don’t let myself think about them.

    It’s an incredible gift to be able to experience another culture as a family. Most days, I feel like I hit the jackpot. I revel in this amazing experience that I dreamed of but thought we’d never have. And now we do!

    The children, on the other hand, miss home. They’ve accepted their lot in life, even embraced it, but there is definitely a countdown going on. While my husband and I could probably stay longer, I think the kids—at least at this point—would be crushed. So we’re taking this time for the gift it is and living it to the max.

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    Questions # 7: How does Luvia tie off the braids without the help of a hair band? 

    (I can’t track down this exact question—maybe it came in an email?—but I do know someone was wondering…)

    I never saw her do it, but I did take a photo of the end product.

    Maybe you can figure out how just by looking?

    More questions, observations, challenges? All are welcome, so ask away to your heart’s content!

  • the quotidian (4.6.13)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
     everyday; ordinary; commonplace 
     

    The students: walking up to The Big House to catch their ride to school.

    Uniform scrubbing: an after-school chore.

    Homework: basically, I’m still homeschooling the kids.
     

    Draw an invention: she poured hours into this homework assignment and loved every minute of it.

    Mango eating: there’s a method to it. 

    Damages: so many of you expressed concern that I figured I owed you a photo. 
    It’s healing very nicely. We’re pleased. 
    (Heaves a huge sigh of relief.)

    The neighbor kids built a riding contraption, whee! 

    Our Easter: one child threw fits and wasn’t ready for church on time, so we split up.
    I took Errant Child to (an extra long, ha!) mass in town while my husband took the Non Errant Children to a (normal length) mass in the city. There was egg painting, hiding, and finding in the late afternoon. Our Easter ham: two slices of bacon per person. We’re living high on the hog, boy howdy!

    Watching and smiling: my sunny boy.

    Flowers for my kitchen: I sent her out with a pair of scissors and this is what she brought me. 

    Baked oatmeal: as rolled oats are hard to come by, 
    I’ve taken to making my standard recipe with quick. 
    Also, I’ve learned that a mashed-up, super-ripe banana gives cake-like heft to the oatmeal, 
    and a sprinkling of panela (sticky raw sugar cane) right before baking 
    lends a nice molasses-y flavor.  
    coconuts: I made coconut milk by blending the meat with hot water and then straining it. 
    The milk went into smoothies and the pulp into a batch of granola.
    Neither, much to my disappointment, tasted very coconuty.

    Rocking the clash: the girl’s got style.

    Rest time on the porch. 

    In the sunny guest room: ticket to ride
    Get your ticket and you, too, could play this game!

    In the pila: floating votive with toothpicks. Because why not.

  • working lunches

    Here are some examples of what I put in my belly when I find myself at home over the lunch hour.

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    Avocado Radish Sandwich

    On my way home from work one day, I bought a little bunch of
    bright red, crispy radishes, the green tops still attached.

    I
    tore in half a piece of fresh-from-the-bakery piece of
    bread, mashed an avocado into it, stuck radish slices all over the top, and then spritzed it with
    lime and sprinkled it with salt.

    And it was good.

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    Tuscan Bread Soup with a Side of Bread

    I realize this looks like something your dog might leave on the doorstep, but it was delicious. At least, I thought it was delicious. The rest of the family thought otherwise and didn’t mind telling me so.

    I got the recipe from Tamar Adler’s beautiful book, An Everlasting Meal. Full of white beans, bread, greens, tomatoes, garlic, etc, the stew is flavorful and comforting and fortifying.

    I want to go to Italy.

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    Brownies Topped with a Smear of Peanut Butter

    This was not lunch lunch, but the end of a lunch. Which lunch it was, I do not know. Nor do I care. And if I were to be completely honest, this may have been breakfast.

    I am trying to learn how to make brownies with local ingredients. I’m still not completely satisfied, but I’m getting closer. 

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    Crackers, Banana, and Peanut Butter

    Oh, and a glass of water. 

    I love crackers and peanut butter. It’s my go-to pick-me-up. (After coffee, gummy candy, and chocolate.)

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    Bakery Cookie and Coffee

    Again, not exactly lunch, but eaten at my desk just the same.

    These dry, sweet cookies are similar to sugar cookies but less sweet, and like shortbread but less rich. They’re perfect for dunking and traveling. Each cookie costs four pennies.

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    Leftovers from Supper

    In today’s case: sweet and sour lentils, rice, and buttered carrots.

    And then there was a little earthquake that I didn’t notice (except I did hear the tin roof thumping and paused to look outside and puzzle over the fact that it wasn’t roof-banging windy), and then I had a little package of Chiky cookies (chocolate-dipped shortbread wafers) and some sweetened black coffee.