I just came from lunch with a friend and she said something during our discussion that stuck with me, “My kids are the real MVP’s.”
It’s funny that she said that because just this morning I was debating on writing a similar sentiment, just not so eloquently put like that…
Isn’t amazing how inspiration can strike us?
I didn’t know how to phrase it. I didn’t know the words to write, but I knew I wanted to introduce how rad my kids are and how amazing/difficult/frustrating/phenomenal/brilliant/beautiful/messy/fun this life they lead is, but… I didn’t have the right words…
They truly are the MVP’s. We move every couple of years, sometimes we move continents, sometimes we move states. Every few years they leave behind memories, friends, schools, family, and everything their little hearts know to start a new adventure and the most amazing part is they do it. They do it with eyes wide and hearts open to whatever they face. They are brave
They are little and brave heroes. I’m not sure that they know that, but they make me proud. They welcome the challenges, the language barriers, the new friends, the new schools, the new homes, the newness. Each and every time without fail, and they never cease to amaze me.
They are kind, they are loving to the children in their host country. They are amazing little diplomats. They represent where they come from with a grace and graciousness that astounds me… I watch them on the playground and I think of the lyrics from Louie Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World”
“I hear babies cry, I watch them grow, they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know”
Truly… What a wonderful world.
My little citizens of the world, learning more than I’ll ever know.
What a wonderful world.
Until Next Taste,