I've been teaching my Jump Rope Club at los "Hogares María Goretti" for four weeks now, and... well, it isn't exactly the structured, organized team that I had anticipated! It often seems like chaos (imagine 27 girls with jump ropes in a small space), and I still don't have enough ropes for all of them. I try to plan "lessons," but it turns into "do whatever you feel like." Last week, one little girl had an "emotional crisis" (imagine her screaming/kicking/yelling at a man who wasn't there) in the midst of Jump Rope Club, and she was in a psychiatric hospital for 8 days. It was sooooo crazy and so sad! The girls definitely come from broken homes and have had really horrible experiences in their short lives. I was feeling like a huge failure with the whole thing, but one little girl (a 6-year-old) and I had the following conversation: Girl: "I wish I could go and see my mommy. I can't, and it's my daddy's fault." Me: "Oh, that's really too bad." Girl: "He was raping me. Do you know what raping means?" Me: "Yes, that is really awful. No one deserves to be treated like that. I'm so glad that you don't have to experience that any more. Aren't you glad that you are living here at los Hogares Maria Goretti?" Girl: "It's okay. I wish I could live with my mommy, but I really like it when you come and jump rope with us. That's what I like about Hogares Maria Goretti." Ah, that totally made my day! See? I may not teach them a single trick, but it made me feel like I'm some sort of positive influence for them. =) I do hope to get a little more control and organization with it at some point, and I'm even hoping to have a little performance. We shall see...
2 comments:
Wow...the girls are beautiful. Maybe it's the costumes that movivate them.
Ohhh man. And the jumprope craze continues to spread ...
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