Nhabhutu and Twister
Well, it has been two weeks since Nhabhutu has joined our little band of merry men. Adjustment period is slowly moving away from “its a sleepover” to “Oh, someone is living here”. My kids have been very admirable during this time, even though Nhabhutu can be somewhat difficult.
She is used to the noise of the jungle, not the rural serenity of rural British Columbia. Even though we got her a nice new bed to sleep in, she still chooses to sleep on the floor on a pink shag rug. Nut-nut is still on the chatty side which can be tiresome, but cute as a bug. We are learning to communicate through a lot of facial gestures as she is not sure of me as of yet. She has taken to my wife, but with me, it is a 50/50 thing. One day she will hold my hand and call me dad and then the next, she will look at me with curious eyes and not say a word.
I’d say there has been trauma to her along her short little life. If there wasn’t she would be with the warlord or the Soviet spy.
The kids are playing Twister this morning and Nut Nut can’t believe that the piece of plastic is not to be used as shelter, but to actually play on. We in the West take so much for granted that here is a little reminder that to some, a sheet of multi-colored plastic is home.