I’m awed by how our two caregivers keep on giving, twelve hours a day. On Sundays, when it’s my turn, I’m exhausted after about half that long. They don’t seem bothered by Jip’s randomness. Maybe it’s because they’ve never known her any other way, or maybe because Thais just let stuff roll off more easily.
Sometimes, from the other room, I’ll hear a caregiver and Jip giggling together, followed by Jip vigorously protesting something, followed by a long silence, and then back to giggling. (This disease is never boring. Maddening, yes … but never dull.)
I generally don’t step in to find out what the problem was. Jip’s relationships with her caregivers, and the solutions they evolve to problems, must and should be different from the ones she and I have worked out.
Luckily, she hasn’t shown the temper and hopelessness that upset us all so much two winters ago. Some people suggested back then that winter itself might be the problem … another reason why Thailand might be better than anyplace else we could be.
3 comments:
Hendo,
It is great to get a glimpse into your new life in Thailand, and to see photos of Jip. Thanks for sharing.
Compared to what's going on for you, news of life in NH seems trivial, but I'll send you something in the mail -- just for that old sensory feel of getting "a letter."
Trow
I now see the value of the blog. Reading the entries, although I read them backwards, is like spending the day with John and Jip. The start of school was and is hectic as usual, but the optimism we and the students bring to the table is a just reward for getting our "legs" back. I have set as my goal to be even tempered. Pray for me at the next temple.
Great photo. I like the hair style, Jip. Glad to hear some of the day to day routine. Keeps me in touch and then I remember some of the giggle moment we had.
Love,
B.
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