We hit a milestone yesterday; we were invited into a neighbors house for our first party. It was quite special because the mom invited not only the kids, but myself as well. I learned the cultural norms; arrived at an acceptable time, gave a small platter of two kinds of fresh fruit to the hostess, and planned to leave after the meal. And once inside, the husband asked for Stephen to come too.
Some time after dinner, I tried saying goodbye, but was told I needed to eat; so… Darci and I shared a plate of “second dinner” that consisted of a whole different round of foods, and of course when the host saw that our plate was clear he filled it again; and Darci and I giggled, and stuffed ourselves, and tried to give our plate to the boys… and at least the food was really good. And of course, even though there had been cake, we were served homemade fruit lassi’s.
I talked with the mom a bit before I walked back to the house, and she agreed to teach me how to make a few of the dishes. Not everyone spoke English, but it was fun getting to know them and their family, and a couple other neighbors a bit; and we’re feeling less “out of place” this week, and are figuring out relationships and friendships and places of belonging. And I’m sure it will come in waves, and this isn’t our permanent house, so we’ll eventually have to move and do it all again. But, I’m thankful for last night’s breakthrough and that we had decided to continue pressing in even after last weeks rejections.