We went to poverty stricken Guinea, in West Africa. To teach the kids to have a heart for those less fortunate. Then we went to Morocco. Here, the little kids, and many adults, have learned to holler in French,
“Give me money!”
You should see my kids’ faces as I walk on by. Or, answer “Non”.
Or, even worse, dare to ask them, “Pourquois (why)?”
My kids look at me as though they’ve never seen before…Then the questions start…
Now they’re not sure whether we’re supposed to love our neighbors as ourselves, or, shun them. While giving disapproving stares. Not quite sure where to go from here. It’s not the conundrum I was expecting to face. I’ve explained that the local children we’ve seen here are healthy and well. And that it would be offensive if we were back home in Seattle, and asked obvious tourists walking through the city, to fork over money to us. I think I just gave them their next fundraising idea.
Not sure the message is clear to them yet.
Or to me.