ma's day

Tonight we had our mother's day program at school. Despite the fact that I usually get super stressed out during the weeks we have them, my mood seems to change during the night's events. "I'm really in Honduras teaching children English" is one of the thoughts that normally enters my mind.

Tonight I was really wishing some of you guys were there to see the poem and skit my students did. I'm going to try to get some of the videos online. Four of my kids made dinner for their mom, the other four were their hands (like those skits from whose line is it anyway). The stage got messy, but not as messy as their faces. One of my students didn't show up, so my hands made the salad. I could not stop laughing, and neither could they. It was precious.

Tonight I missed home.