We
learned about a feeding program that we wanted to help out with in a village
about an hour away. We played, sang,
prayed, and served; it was a great
afternoon.
They
had enough food for my kiddos to each have a plate after everyone was
served. As one of the Rwandans watched
my kids awkwardly eat without utensils, she leaned over to me and asked, “Don’t
your kids know how to eat with their hands?”
Her tone implied that something was wrong with them or that I had failed
to teach them something important.
It
was a tad funny watching them pick up the food with their fingers bit by bit instead of cupping their hand and using it like a shovel as the others did. They got better as the meal went on though.
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