My wonderful co-worker Josieanne shared a beautiful story with me today at lunch that I wanted to pass along.
Josieanne, like so many, was orphaned by the genocide here in Rwanda. Shortly after it ended she met an old man who was able to keep her parents legacy alive but sharing this story with her...
He asked her name. She told him her given name, the name her father bestowed upon her at birth as is customary for the father to name the child. The old man told her her name meant "best wife, good mother." He asked her siblings names. The eldest's name "to be beautiful" and the middle "to always be clear." He explained that a father names his children to honor the mother, to express to his wife how he feels. The old man told Josieanne that her father wanted her mother to know how much he cared for her. He saw her as a beautiful and clear woman who made the best wife. Seventeen years later, Josieanne carries the legacy of her mother and the love of her father.
|Sharing is caring....Today I gave the boys lollipops (courtesy of my mom). Eric was going on a home visit in the afternoon so he saved his lollipop and gave it to his baby sister, who then shared it with her friend :)|