Tsi wiri lif. Tsi im kne her frrito. A lirogro got otobter fm toloba.
No, I didn’t start speaking and writing in Swahili again. This is my little girl’s journaling page from this week. She is what us edjamakated people call an emergent writer. She has been speaking English for 13 months… and is reading at a beginner level. Spelling and “sounding out” are a bit hard when English is your second language….. and you are EIGHT years old.
It reads: “This is where I live. This is where I’m going here forever. A little girl got adopted from Colombia.”
First person. Third person. It doesn’t matter….. there are no mistakes in your daily journal. Nothing gets corrected. It’s where you share your heart and practice your art.
It warms my heart that she is so open about her life and her understanding of her circumstances. AND she’s really talented at drawing maps with coastlines. This also warms my mama-heart because my eldest daughter has also seen the value in using art to reach kids where they are…. who might not have a voice about their circumstances without the avenue of crayons and felt pens and colored pencils. Art Therapy. I didn’t even know it existed a year or two ago. This Fall I’m sending my daughter off to study to be an art therapist. Amazing to me how God puts the pieces of the puzzle together for each kid right when they need it.