Outdoor bath

No running water today and the kiddos needed a bath. Instead of hauling water from the Boro hole to the room, we went for a bath in the laundry sinks. I confidently balanced one bucket of water on my head, took a step, and became drenched. I need a lot more practice.

In a month, I'll be able to do this. Uh, probably not.

Iris and Lydia each occupied a sink, and I enviously watched them splashing nude in the cool water under the trees. Grant, who had adamantly stated he didn’t want a bath, crept closer and closer to the fun, and before you know it, had also stripped down.

The Amayis at the pump smiled at the laughing kids, and Charlotte and I enjoyed the breeze. What a beautiful day.

Hauling water for the day – though for us, it’s only a few hundred feet – reminds me of how much of the world does this every day, and how it consumes hours each day for some woman and girls. How lucky we are, and I am grateful for the opportunity to remember that.