The Real Weaning Begins

I would love to say that I can tell you all about what Rachel is doing in Africa, and I can tell you what was planned, but alas the phone service where she is has been very unreliable and we have not talked but once for about 2 minutes! She was doing well Wednesday evening, really loving being with the children at Tumaini and not seeming to mind the cold showers and less than dependable flushing toilets. I did speak with Steve Taylor, Donna's husband, at church this morning and he said they delivered the milk cows to the widow/mothers yesterday and were on their way to church and the soccer game this afternoon. By now they should be back at the hotel with one day left at the orphanage, a day and a half for some safari, and then back on the plane for the long journey home, I do know that Rachel is not ready to leave. This time has gone by way too quickly for her and she is already planning to go back next year.

I was thinking last evening that one of the things that made this trip difficult for me was the fact that Rachel is experiencing something very significant with people we do not know, and more importantly without her family. I know that this is part of the 'wings' in the goal of 'giving your children roots and wings', but it is not easy. I am so happy for her and thankful for this opportunity, but it is such a reminder that my baby girl is becoming her own young woman and moving away from our nest. For her sake I am sorry the trip is winding down, but for me I can't wait to see her and have her home. If she follows in my footsteps and decides to go far away from home for college in a couple of years I will be a basket case!

I am knee deep in children this week as Ryan and I have moved to Sugar Hill for a few days to take care of Savannah Grace and Rylee while Phillip and Anita take a mini vacation. It will be fun, but alas another reminder that this ole gal is no spring chicken! Grandmommie will take over for me on Thursday so I can go to the airport and meet my girl when she gets home. Then Edgar, R & R, and I get on a plane Saturday to fly to CA for a week with the Paffords.

Thanks again for all your prayers for Rachel, keep me before the throne as this week I do my best to mommy a one year old, a 3 and half year old, and an almost 8 year old. You might remember Edgar as he is at home taking care of all our critters :).