We recently had the opportunity to visit with "Auntie Melodie", the parent-child laison at the orphanage where our children waited for us. She was one of their teachers and the one who showed them our photo albums and prepared them for becoming the children of a "white ma and pa". She's the one I talked to most during the adoption wait. Melodie was raised in Liberia as a missionary child. And she's still there now, ministering to the children in the orphanage and discipling women who have recently come to Christ. She is a precious friend.
Following my 20 minute rule, I didn't tell the kids who we were meeting, so they were very eager to find out, but nothing could have prepared them for this visit. Maya, Isaac, and Daniel were all thrilled to see her, but after a hug, the boys both ran off to play on the playground. Maya, on the other hand, immediately started crying as she gave Melodie a bear hug. They talked for quite awhile; Melodie updating Maya on all her friends and the workers she knew. Then suddenly, Melodie slipped into Liberian speak. Maya was practically glowing. We asked her later what Melodie had said and she explained it to us in English. I said, "No, say it in Liberian English. Say it the way Melodie said it." Maya surprised me by looking at me queerly and saying that she can't talk like that anymore.