The funny side to life as a working single Mum. My stories of embarrassing escapades, toddler tantrums and great expectations.
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
My Ghana experience.
I have always had an urge to volunteer doing something worthwhile with my time and energy. It was only once I became a Secondary English teacher here in the UK that an opportunity arose with a Ghanaian organisation. My trip to Ghana was my first flight alone, first trip alone and first adventure alone. When I reached Ghana I soon realised you are never alone; you always have friends and family. Whether this is through the wonderful children in Santrokofi, the amazing Agnes or volunteers and local friends you meet there is always someone to talk to! Once at The Living Faith Orphanage I was struck by how easily I was embedded in day to day life with the children. Every child at the orphanage is a pure joy to be with and I feel privileged to be able to hold them in my mind and heart.
Soon after my arrival at the orphanage a group of RHF volunteers arrived and immediately I felt welcomed into their family. I was due to leave for another project on my own but couldn’t bear to leave the children and just had a feeling that these volunteers were who I was meant to be with in Ghana. From the happiness I saw in the children when we took them to the park or read them stories to the support we gave each other in private times of emotion I truly feel that I have gained not only memories and experience from the children of Ghana but friends for life in the RHF volunteers. While at the orphanage I formed a close bond with Mambra, a girl who for unexplained reasons seemed to connect with me. I remember her asking me not to leave and the urge I felt to be able to return to Ghana and maintain my link with the children. When we moved on to teach at the school in Santrokofi I found that my teaching experience and understanding of children was a mixture of incredibly useful or totally useless! I was able to teach with freedom, creativity and most of all love. One of my greatest memories is of using music to encourage students to consider their personal feelings and it was amazing to see them go from being apprehensive to reflective of their own emotions and thought processes. We ended the lesson by taking the class outside as it was incredibly hot and it was unreal to see the class dancing and laughing to ‘You got the love’ by Florence and the Machine; a song which sums up Ghanaian love to me.
Beautiful Mambra.
Monday, 30 July 2012
9 months and counting...
Well, I could have done that or I could have saved you all the mundane details of pregnancy! This isn't to say that being pregnant and expecting a child isn't the single most exciting and eye opening experience of my life so far. It is to say just that; it is an eye opening experience in my life. A private experience which, if many people were honest, really can get a little boring. Even as a pregnant woman myself there is only so much talk of heartburn, bump size and baby clothes I can take! Everyone has an opinion and everyone has a story to tell. It is just unfortunate that some of these people don't keep them to themselves.
Again, I probably sound as though I am rejecting my maternal insticts and refusing to throw myself into the pregnancy experience. I promise you this is far from the truth. Nothing has made me feel more complete than the past 9 months of feeling our unborn son kick me in the ribs, preparing our home for our new arrival or the endless dreams with my husband as to how our son will look, act and the person he will become. Ultimately the knowledge that I am capable of creating and maintaining another human life is the the most poetic experience possible. Somehow both intangible and absolute at once.
As a writer, teacher and general book geek I have found it a hard task to find a fitting metaphor for pregnancy, an able adjective for my greatest creation. It either isn't possible or I have finally discovered why I am a failed writer aka English teacher. To clarify I love teaching but it does take a sense of humour.
With an accute awareness that at any moment the unborn child I have been supporting will be here and we will be responsible for his life outside the comfort of the womb I am filled with conflicting thoughts, feelings and questions. All of which are normal. All of which are real. All of which are part of the experience. I won't bore you with the details but promise to see you on the other side of the past 9 months.
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