While it’s a bit of a contradiction of terms to use “normal” and “missionary” in the same sentence we are trying our best to help our kids know what it is to be American and also to help them embrace their life here. It’s a challenge but it also comes with some pretty fun times. Yesterday was the big day that Maycie learned to ride a bike without training wheels. When that day played out in my head I imagined holding onto her seat while she carefully pedaled around in a culdesac. Well, it wasn’t quite like that. It was so much better!
Our street is rarely anything other than mud and puddles and it is the best place we have for Maycie to learn to ride. This meant that she wouldn’t get a nice smooth, wide open culdesac to learn on. She would have to negotiate a narrow, puddle and rock strewn muddy road with cars, pedestrians, motorcycles, tricycles (motorcycle with a sidecar), spectators, a horse, stray dogs, stray children, stray chickens and a water buffalo. this seemed quite comical to me but it’s normal life for Maycie and she didn’t think anything of it.