Saturday, June 30, 2012

Love Languages: Maria Goretti Style


When I informed my friends this past fall that I would be switching jobs for my second year at the farm, all were very supportive.  While some told me that this seemed like an obvious fit for me, others spoke more bluntly and asked me if I was totally crazy or if I was unaware of how hormonal teenage girls can be.  I informed them that I grew up in a house with only sisters, and that I was aware of what amazing love teenage girls can share in their own ways as well.

When I returned from vacation the girls would not confess to it, but Nils and Janet Satterlee informed me that they actually admitted to missing me a little bit while I was on vacation.  Don’t tell them I told you, they would be so embarrassed! 

They definitely proved true teenage girls, raging hormones and all, upon my return, but they also showed me and our entire Phase II community amazing love in their own unique ways.  Marina brought my clothes in off the line when the rain came one night; she then spent two hours on a Friday afternoon making delicious ham and cheese pastelitos (like Honduran hot pockets) so that the whole house could enjoy a yummy dinner.  Nelly and Nolvia swept and mopped after dinner without me even mentioning that it was a chore night.  All three smiled while they thought I was not watching as they saw the fresh coffee cake I made for them one day just for fun.  Marina invited me to see a special matinee showing of “Men in Black III” for her school with her friends.  Nolvia walked and talked with me in public while we walked around Ceiba with Lily and Tami this past weekend. Nelly cleaned up my dirty dishes from lunch just to be kind.  Quietly and subtly they all spoke in their own love languages to express their care for our small community here in La Ceiba.

Then last Tuesday during their week off from school, they decided that for Sara (next year’s careteaker) to be truly welcomed to Phase II, we needed to have a late night pajama party.  We laughed and watched chick flicks till one in the morning.  A house rule since November has been that the first one to fall asleep at a pajama party gets a mask of toothpaste on their face.  Despite the readied toothpaste on the table, they spared me as I fell asleep for part of the third movie.  If that’s not true love, I do not know what is.

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