Before we left the airport with Di*na a few weeks ago, we stopped by the restroom. The girls were both too intimidated to use the toilets. I was like, "What?!"
And then I took a look.
It was completely covered in plastic. For a moment, I thought maybe it was out of order.
Nope. It was an automatic toilet seat cover. Changed by waving your hand over the green light on the machine on the back of the toilet.
Poor Di*na! Seriously - this was way over my head and I could read the directions posted over the toilet.
Having to read in order to figure out how to use the toilet-Wow!- it was humbling.
Today we sat in church for the third week with someone who doesn't know any of the 'rules', any of the songs, and doesn't understand a word the guy at the front is saying. Today she held it together better then she has the past two weeks. Previously she had been obviously bored and unhappy - sighing, laying her head down, ect. Nothing too disruptive and things that would be completely overlooked if she were five years old but not overlooked when you are a beautiful, almost 15-years old.
Today, Jessica helped her find the spot we were reading in the Bible that is in her language. (The Bible is a gift from sweet
I remember sitting in a church service several years ago in rural Mexico not understanding the language but reading along in the Bible in my language. I don't know why it took me three weeks to get to that place but today I finally did.
Sometimes I am not as empathetic as I could be. I get frustrated when others (mainly Nan) aren't more understanding of Di*na.
Turns out I am a big, fat hypocrite.
I need directions to use a toilet and to be more empathetic.