I love being a grandma. I have 8 grandchildren, 7 boys and 1 girl.My granddaughter is a treasure and a touch of feminine sweetness among all that testosterone.
Today is Sierra Brianna's 10th birthday.
She is a special girl who lives in a special place.
She has a generous heart.
When In Port Vila we went on a grandma date. I gave each child 5 vatu to spend. The boys promptly spent theirs on pop, candy, and chips, but Sierra after buying a small purse for herself saved the rest for something special.
This month she finally saved enough for a bush knife a surprise for David.
He was delighted.
Sierra lives in a place where the women do most of the work.
She is a little worker bee...
This girl can pluck a chicken, do
a load of laundry by hand,
babysit her brother or a village baby,
or make lap lap with very little complaining.
One day I found laundry hung high in the rafters of the garage.
"How did that get up there?" I asked her.
"Oh, I climbed up there and hung it. I thought it would dry faster," she said.
Mama Ellen gave me a chicken, and Sierra agreed to pluck it with the help of her friends if they could have all the insides to cook and eat.
No problem I assured her. She got the gizzards and I got my plucked chicken ready to cook.
Sierra is a loyal friend. She likes to play ball with her village friends, and dolls with her missionary friends.
She does cross-stitch, knits, and can make a skirt on the sewing machine.
Sierra is home schooled and loves to read.
She is a good cook and likes to bake. My granddaughter is a wonderful blessing.
Happy birthday Sierra....We love you and miss you....
At the market....
shopping.....she saved her money instead of spending it....
Waiting for the bus Sierra is reading....
turtle farm.....
Sierra with baby Grace.....
Plucking my skinny chicken....
using sand to scrub the black off the pots.....
Sierra and her village friends.
1 comments:
I love the things you share here. My grandchildren are so new at this missionary thing but I am so blessed by what I am seeing in them. It is almost like being in America 150 yrs. ago. Children contributed to the good of the family and were not limited by their age or size. Honestly, I think our missionary grandchildren are far richer in many ways than their American counter parts. I love that your grandaughter can pluck a chicken and my grandaughter can say "I feel sorry for the goat but I still like to eat it."
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