Lately, my girls have been asking me to make lunch for them with a love note to school, on the days they don’t like the scheduled lunch served.
Initially, I said a hard no. I felt they might be being picky. But I quickly saw the opposite— that all this while, for the first two terms of school in a distinctly foreign culture, they never complained about the vastly different kinds of African foods served at school, eating Ugali and curries and savoring all sorts of unfamiliar tastes.
So on days like these (which are not many- I allow 1-2 days a week), I pack their lunches feeling a warmth rise up within me, that I love their resilience but also their ability to speak up.
I love that even when our car wouldn’t start this morning, they didn’t whine or cry or get upset. They just enjoyed the bajaji ride with me over the potholes and slushy dirt roads.
You’re going to be amazing women, my dears. 💛💛