Mama Will Take Care

I am home from Kenya. I have been home from Kenya for 2 weeks now. 

I'd rather be in Kenya. 

I am dying to go back already. 

It is my every thought.

I miss seeing black people all over the place and being the only white person for miles.

I miss speaking Swahili. No one speaks it in the states.

I miss having a hand to hold where ever I go.

I miss the simplicity. Everyone in the US is so materialistic. 

I miss having the opportunity to serve every second of my day.

I miss cleaning up the blood. 

I miss handing out advil for their aches. 

I miss having a million people to worry about other than myself.

I miss having to protect them. 

I miss their cries.

I miss their laughs. 

I miss Allynne and our jokes. 

I miss having little knocks on my door at all hours of the day.

I miss seeing wild zebra on the side of the road. 

I miss the boys so badly.

I just miss it all.

But lately I have mostly been missing Clinton. 

"Megan, you are the closest thing Clinton will ever have to family. You are his mother he has never had." -Job

(one of the staff who works really closely with the kids)

I love this kid more than anything in the world.

He calls me mom. So, naturally I call him son. 

"Don't worry son... mama will take care of you."