Mother's Day

Mother's Day in Honduras is a huge event and was celebrated last Sunday, just like in the U.S.  But today was the celebration at school. 

Usually I come in at 6:45 on Saturday and start waking up the kids.  Some are still sleep-headed and move slowly.  This morning I walked in, everyone was up, most were dressed and there was a flurry of activity.  Nadia said some of them had been up since 5:00 a.m., putting on their uniforms. 

After devo and breakfast, the kids did their chores quickly.  Pamela and Dalys were braiding hair and checking every detail.  The boys were using volumes of gel on their hair.  I mean lots and lots of gel.  Karen and I loaded 15 kids in the van and headed to school about 9:00. 

It still amazes me to go somewhere in Honduras and find the floors being swept, decorations being hung, the music being loaded into the computer.  Our American minds expect all that to be done the day before.  the program started shortly before 11:00.  Katty was dirty long before that.  She probably wasn't the only one.

Even though I don't sing the Honduran national anthem, it is always endearing when all things start with the national anthem and all people place their right hands over their hearts and sing away.  The fifth graders were on stage to help lead the national anthem, directed by one of the teachers.  Cindy was in a doorway, singing her little heart out and got so into it she was directing as well. 

Just as endearing, is that a prayer always follows the national anthem.



Several of our kids were in the skits.

Sisi was a teacher.

Right in the middle of the skit, she walked over to me and handed me her purse.  I guess it got in the way.

Ana and Daniela were in a dance skit.  At the last minute Fernando was substituted to dance with Daniela.  He was in another skit and had on a yellow shirt instead of a white one.  It didn't really matter.

Daniela and Fernando

Ana and her dance partner



Jackson was in a skit where he had lost his mother.  He put is hand over his and face and pretended to be crying.  He has had so much practice at that.  When some of the other kids are crying he does the same thing to make fun of them.  Little did he know when he does that, he was practicing for this skit.

Brayan, too was in a dance skit.  Isn't he handsome.  With that hat on, no one could even see his hair that he worked so long to make just right.

Karen won one of the baskets.  We always hope we don't win one.  It was a huge basket.  When we got home, it took Brayan and I both to carry it into the house.

Of course, we were served a meal.  And cake.  Some of our kids tried to get more than one glass of soda.  But with Karen and I both watching them, they did not  have a chance. 

It was 1:30 when we got home, a much longer day than Karen and I had planned on.  It was lots of fun and the kids were very proud we were there.

Terri