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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

YOU KNOW YOU'RE A MISSIONARY KID WHEN...

You can't answer the question, "Where are you from?"

You speak two languages, but can't spell either.


You flew before you could walk.


You embarrass yourself by asking what swear words mean.


You have a passport, but no driver's license.


You watch
National Geographic specials and recognize someone.

You have a time zone map next to your telephone.


You don't know how to play
Pac-Man.

You would rather eat seaweed than cafeteria food.


Your life story uses the phrase "Then we went to..." five
times.

You speak to
different ethnic groups in their own language.

You think in grams, meters, and liters.


You speak with authority on the quality of airline travel.


You send your family peanut butter and Kool-Aid for
Christmas.

You worry about fitting in, and wear a native wrap around
the dorm.

National Geographic
makes you homesick.

You have strong opinions about how to cook bugs.


You live at school, work in the tropics, and go home for
vacation.

You don't know where home is.


St
rangers say they can remember you when you were "this tall."

You have friends from or in 29 different countries.


You do your devotions in another language.


You sort your friends by continent.


You keep dreaming of a green Christmas.


You tell people where you're from, and their eyes get big.


You are grateful for the speed and efficiency of any postal
service.

You realize that furlough is not a vacation.


You wince when people mispronounce foreign words.


You've spoken in dozens of churches, but aren't a pastor.

Furlough means that you are stuffed every night... and have
to eat it all to seem polite.

Your parents decline your cousin's offer to let them use his
BMW, and stuff all six of you into an old VW Beetle instead.

You stockpile mangoes.


You know what REAL coffee tastes like.


The majority of your friends don't speak English as a first
language.

Someone brings up the name of a team, and you get the sport
wrong.

You believe vehemently that football is played with a round,
spotted ball.

You kno
w there is no such thing as an international language.

You know the difference between patriotism and nationalism.


You realize what a small world it is, after all.


You never take anything for granted.

You watch a movie set in a foreign country, and you know
what the nationals are REALLY saying into the camera.

You know how to pack.


All preaching sounds better under a corrugated tin roof.


Having four distinct seasons other than: dry, very dry,
rainy, very rainy, is a new experience.

After a couple of years in one spot, you're ready to move
again. You frequently say, "I don't know, I was out of the country."

School gets canceled due to flash flooding.

Tropical fruits
aren't imported.

Walking miles to and from school is "normal."


If someone asks what school you went to, you reply, "depends
on the year."

You are afraid to ask what you are eating. But munch away,
with a smile on your face.

Here's me and my sister in Senegal,

I grew up as a missionary kid in Senegal West Africa. I can't say all of these are true for me, (like the language ones, I don't speak another language) but most of them are so true! It's good to know that these things are normal for a missionary kid, it wasn't just me! You other MK's out there understand!

4 comments:

Brittany Ann said...

This reminds me so much of you as a kid! How funny!

Although, frankly, I kind of stockpile mangos, and the real coffee thing, well, amen!

Still, I was laughing out loud because it reminded me so much of when I met you as little girls :)

Mrs. Rabe said...

Isn't that the truth. The three oldest of our kids were born in different states and so people would assume we must have been in the military!

Great Post!

tollesons4him said...

Great post!! Enjoyed reading all the details.

Crystal said...

So true so true!!!!!