A Journey Home is the story of my mother’s experiences working as a nurse in a health clinic for the under-served in Ghana, West Africa. Click here to begin with the first entry of “The Journey Home” My comments are in red.
A new entry in her journal from:
Georgina, my interpreter, also part time houseworker, has a three and a half year old boy that she calls “that toublesome boy”. He is her second child; the first, a girl, has always been a quiet obedient child, so Dennis is a real problem. Her husband is away most of the time so she is Mother and Father.
One Sunday morning while preparing his breakfast, he first objected to the water she was using to make his Ovaltine. “I don’t think the water is clean; you must pour it out and get cleaner water.” Then he says he doesn’t want Ovaltine but rather porridge.
So Georgina prepares the porridge. He says to pack it in a dish, and he will take it to Bible School and eat it when he gets hungry! Georgina spanked him, made him eat his porridge and sent him next door to Bible School while she finished dressing.
After Bible School he reported what he had learned. “Jesus does not want Mama to spank her children. When He comes to get us He will put you in the boot (trunk) and I will ride in the front seat beside Him as He drives!!!”
I don’t have a picture of Georgina’s “troublesome boy”, but I imagine he is as cute as this fellow.
I am thankful for stories of mothers and their children that show us how much we are alike, despite our differences in language, culture, and environment.