School Story- Aibu

After coming home from school today, Gilbert told me this little story. Apparently they were working on subtraction- but one little girl did not know how to do it. She did not know any of it, according to Gil. So they did "shem shem". "You did what?" I asked him. "Shem shem. We all told her shem shem, that is what Teacher said we should say. And she was crying, and crying." Shem, shem...shame, shame. Aibu. My American mind is thinking, it is a shame that a five year old should feel shame for something completely unnecessary.  But heck, self esteem is highly over rated anyway, right? Personally, I do think the precedence of self esteem is taken a little too far in America. It is good for a kid to feel shame in certain instances. But not for getting a subtraction problem wrong in kindergarten. That is the culture here, though. So opposite from my own! They are taught from childhood to shame others who are inferior or different in any way- and to avoid shaming themselves at all costs.

I talked with Gil about it. We discussed how it made Umwaheri sad when they did that "shem shem". That it was not a nice thing to do, and the best thing would be to help her learn to do it right, and encouraging her, rather than shaming her. Gilbert agreed that would be much better. He's been dealing with this a bit too- my little left-handed son has terrible handwriting, and all the kids at school tell him so. But at least he hasn't been "shem shem"-ed!

Gilbert, with some of his clay creations!

Such instances make me stand back and re-evaluate my own thinking. I don't need to pass on an American worldview to my children. I need pass on godly wisdom, and a Biblical worldview. More of my flesh is chipped away in the process.
Gilbert's classmates are already trained to shame others who don't do things right. (which means, done exactly as they do!). I don't want him to acquire such a habit- but rather, the habit of edification. I also don't want him to succumb to the shame others may try to put on him. How do we deal with it? I think one big thing will be giving him lots of extra encouragement at home. Setting the example in edification will teach him to do the same for others. He has a strong personality, and that's good! We pray he will be used by the Lord to bless and influence others for His Name's sake.

Rain

Today we had a lovely rain. Most people hide from the rain...not these boys. When they hear rain beginning to fall, they take it as a cue to strip down and run outside to play in water to their hearts' content!

It is supposed to be rainy season now, but there has actually been very little rain. Around here, dryness affects everyone, not just farmers. Our electricity comes from the hydro-electric plant on the mainland. When there's not enough water, there's not enough electricity, either. Our power goes off nearly every night now, but just for an hour or two. The boys love it, because we go lay on the roof (where at least we can catch a breeze (if there happens to be one)) and tell stories. It is actually a nice time to relax with the kids. Tonight we read from the book of Joshua. And then they asked to be told a story about... frogs. I told them about the time when Dad dug us a swimming pool when I was young, and at the end of the summer frogs invaded it and filled it with millions of frog eggs! Isn't that a lovely bedtime story? Well, I guess it is for little boys! They like it!

Manufacturing

Today, Baba G is manufacturing an interlocking block form. Our place is VERY noisy today with all the grinding, cutting, and welding of thick iron.

measuring- it must be just so....

Here's the sample block he is using to create the form.

This is the beginning of our house in the shamba! The blocks will be made with cement and soil. Although there are many rocks at the place already, B thinks it will actually be faster and cheaper to make these blocks instead of building with rock.

Skin heads

Thanks to Wil, who started the haircuts (while we thought he was taking a nap!), we had to finish the job with a nice close shave! Gilbert was not part of the two little ones' hair cutting party, but he wanted to be bald, "just like Baba." They are actually pretty cute little baldies! It's almost difficult to tell them apart now- we have to look twice, and make sure we are calling the right boy! The moral of the story: make sure three-year-olds don't know where the scissors are.

I'm a blogger now!

I have done it! I've started a blog. Mom, I know you are happy. I think it will be an exercise in patience more that anything, what with our dinosaur of a computer and anciently slow internet service! I look forward to connecting with friends all over the world through it...and hopefully posting more pics of the boys for Grandma's enjoyment! :) This picture was snapped one morning when the boys mysteriously did not bound into our room, announcing IT'S MORNING! while jumping all over us...I went out to see what they were up to, and here I found them, at the table, eating left over uji Gilbert had taken out of the fridge! Bob suggested we leave uji in the fridge for them to scavenge every morning, ha!