But, we have also had a "first" birthday for my son in Africa. He turned 9, and so I brought one of my "firsts" homemade cakes into his classroom.... and I giggle when I think about his classmates eating it as it crumbled in their hands, before it reached their mouths.... all I can say is Gus was gracious with me and the rest of his 3rd grade class was as well. We played a game on how well they knew Gus, being the new student and all, they did pretty well. There are no toy stores around, and his birthday kind of creeped up on us so we did what we could to make his birthday special. You know when there are moments that you look at your child, and you just feel proud of them. That is how I felt about Gus and his birthday. There was no complaining that it wasn't as fun as last year, and he even said that he loved that we got to spend all day together as a family. I love him!
Another first was Easter here in Jos, Nigeria. A missionary family invited us over for Easter lunch and it was great. Good fellowship, and good food. Actually, what I had to bring turned out horrible. You can see a pattern of my "homemade" cooking, not going so well. BUT, I can only get better. Instead of green bean casserole, we had green bean soup. My husband really loves me because as he realized how bad it turned out, he looked over at me and smiled and asked for seconds.... man, I love him too!! The minister spoke on how we are Resurrection people. Not people who live in the Friday, with fears and unknowns, but Sunday people who live and trust in a risen Christ, who controls all things. It really ministered to John and I as we sometimes choose to live in the Friday with fears and unknowns. Christ has risen indeed!
Overall, no big revelations, just living life as a missionary.
Learning how to cook from scratch, learning how to cut hair and celebrate events differently than what was in the past. Continued stretching of self to do things other than what comes natural. The neat part of "firsts" is after that there are "seconds" and then life starts to maybe find a rhythm again and then unnaturals become naturals and bending of ears is no biggie, my food actually becomes good, birthdays become events that have nothing to do with gifts and we grow and learn and live.
Speaking of seconds, I need to get ready for my second bible study on Esther with these women. I am really looking forward to it.
P.S. By the way, it has been fun for me to see my kids go to a missionary school. They are meeting people who are, for example, born in Canada and have lived the last few years in Switzerland and now are in Africa. Sarah, my oldest, said it feels normal to say we were born in the USA, have lived the last 4 years in Mexico and now are living here. My kids are are truly becoming "Third Culture Kids" and it is in the Lord's hands. I am learning and doing more and more research on it and there are pros and cons, but that comes with everything I guess. Just more missionary living stuff....