"Push me! Push Me! TEACHER!!!" The frantic yells of children fill the air as they beg for their swinging to continue. "Push yourself"- I cry, Exhausted after pushing them for what feels like a million times. The saddest face follows. As if I have just crushed their dreams. How can I not push them? It makes them so happy. They've already lost so much and they are just children, so I push on. Time and time again. I glance over to the baby swing where a 3 year old little boy from the Congo is swinging. Only when I turn to look I find him fast asleep. My heart just melts. I go to the swing and carefully lift him out. His eyes open just for a few moments, enough to see that I am not his Momma, but that doesnt matter, he snuggles up to me anyways. His head on my chest, his dreams running wild, I fight the urge to cry. He stays cuddled up on me for awhile. I've covered him with my jacket to keep his little body warm and just sit on a swing. Taking in the moment where I am trusted, I am seen safe by this little boy whose life has been lived in a refugee camp. These are the moments I will remember from Jubilee, these are the moments that make me want to stay here forever. The moments where Love is present.
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