Her name is Jean, but for the longest time I called her Jill (and somehow still feel the name suits her better). I admire her. She has 4 children that just shine and sparkle under the love and care of their mother. Kaylee is maybe 4, and shy...but not too shy. She laughs a lot and holds on to her mommy. She played with marbles all afternoon yesterday and kept dropping them...picking them up...dropping them again. Tricky things to keep hold of. Kendell is in the second grade and he has the energy and spunk of most young little boys here. He likes to take off his shoes to play and run around, climbing up the side of the basketball post like its a coconut tree. Nothing, not even the threats of his mother's strong tone over the cell phone could convince him to get down, grinning slyly. Kate is little Momma. In the fourth grade, put petite and proper. She loves books and asks me everyday to go into the school library and get a new book. Kendell has picked up on this nice habit from her sister as well. She reads the harder books to him and so I let him check them out too. Jeanel is in secondary school and shows the signs of leadership, responsibility, and maturity that will take a little longer for the other girls around her to develop. Meanwhile, Jean is a fiercely strong woman. I see it in her eyes. She has a caring, a deep commit to those she loves, and she's willing to do whatever she can to bring up a healthy family. Tuesdays she voluteers to cook for the school lunch program and she always has great suggestions and insights to better the project. She is willing to go above and beyond when needed, just ask. During break time at school she brings down treats to sell, sometimes still warm from the oven. Her bravery is in her daily actions and in her manner. It is in the way she cares for her children and the way she talks with those in the village. She is brave and she is worthy of so much that I pray will come her way.