So this week was for Africa. The kids brought African treasures from home, ate African food, sang African songs, read African stories and did a million other great things, with one of the mom's from Ethiopia, which I know little about because Nyah only reports when I make my daily inquiry into what she did at school is that she did, "Work."
This is the little beauty who greeted me at the door yesterday afternoon after George picked her up from school. I know I am her mother and think she is the best thing on Earth, ever, but sometimes I can't help it, she just takes my breath away. I am sure the screaming fit she threw when her teacher tried to take this African outfit off of her to return before leaving school wasn't breathtaking, but I wasn't there so George had the pleasure of handling that one. They ended up letting her keep the outfit anyway, thank goodness.
Of course, she had to show off her best African dance moves she had learned that day.This afternoon the parents were invited for an African Celebration finale and I went, (George stayed home with our little marathon runner) thinking I would see the kids perform a little somethin' somethin', I would take some pics, sample some African treats, and find it absolutely perfect because I was watching my child.
But oh no, this is what I found on this Friday.
The African drums get me every time. The beat always manages to lure me into its trance. Amazing.
Typical, real typical. Seems I always learn as much as Nyah does from the events at her preschool. PRESCHOOL, I remind you. Should I be embarrassed by this? I just appreciate the diversity and culture she (and I) are exposed to on a daily basis at her little school, because, honestly, I will take all I can get. Guess its been worth every penny, right George?
|Nyah written in Amharic|