With May over half gone, I have missed Mother's day (though the PRT did get nice little bouquets of flowers for the 4 mothers which was so thoughtful) and Delaney's 5th birthday. That has honestly been harder than any of the trainings I have endured while here. I miss my babies. All the cliches about not really knowing love until one is a parent are so true and I think that love is magnified in absence. My wall locker is covered in Delaney's artwork and I am the obnoxious Mom that shows photos of my kids to people who are too polite to tell me that they have seen my perfect children's photos before. I am giddy with excitement that in one week those two little people will be in my arms. I try not to think about the fact that its only for a few days and that I will have to say goodbye again, this time for real.
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| my precious little people! |
I have observed much about human nature while here. These have been a few of my observations:
- people are inherently selfish. when it comes to "stuff" we are no better now than when we were 5 years old
- most people will walk by a mess or a full garbage can than to stop and pick it up or take it out
- grown women are no more grown up than when they were in junior high when it comes right down to it. I still have to watch my back
- 98% percent of people are completely addicted to their cell phones. literally saw people freaking out when we were in the field with no service
- everything is better with good music. it has the power to bring people together
- people would rather complain than almost anything and complaining is contagious. good attitudes are hard to come by
"These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph."
-Thomas Paine

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