Mom Mamma Mama'

     Never in my life did I imagine that I would be living in a country not my own 6 days into a countrywide civil unrest. When I fell in love with my Bolivian husband in the heart of Rome I didn't think that we would be living in South America in a city of over 4 million people raising our now 5 year old little girl. I had no way of knowing that I would be 3 months into being a 5th grade teacher at a Christian school in Santa Cruz, Bolivia when the General Elections here took place on October 20th. What I am saying is this is not the life I planned.      While, I have lived here in Santa Cruz, Bolivia for a year and 4 months this is not my home. I have however begun to feel more at home, as I have made friends, picked up Spanish and adapted to the many cultural differences that make Bolivia, Bolivia. I definitely know my husband and his family better and I love that our daughter is fluent not only in my mother tounge, but that of her papá as well. The...

I wish I could sign on and tell you that Miss. K loved her school. I wish I could say that, because I was so impressed with the school, in fact I wrote an entire blog about how amazing the school is. (that blog got lost in the Blogger App, but if I can get it back I will still publish it because I still feel like it is an excellent school) But the fact is I cannot tell you that Miss. K loved her school. While she walked in bravely the first trial day, day two was filled with fear and trembling. She sobbed with fear all morning long, feeling lost, trapped, abandoned and scared. By the time I got to the gate after hearing her cries she was inconsolable. It took me a good 40 min to get her calmed down. At first I wrote this off as normal separation anxiety made worse because of the language barrier, but after 2 hours of tears back at home before bed I determined that this was indeed a much deeper fear.  A fear that she was indeed being abandoned. The former Child Care Supervisor in me...