Iam traveling for the holidays.  Right out of my own shopping, how-are-we-going-to-pay-for-all-this Christmas bubble to a place of gratitude and amazement.  Sounds gushy but it’s true and there’s more gush to come.  My family has devoted the past five days to The Mizero Children of Rwanda, an African drumming, singing and dance troupe of kids 11-23.  We hosted 4 kids and 3+ adults while they performed in our area and I worked as their local point person for bookings and logistics.  This took so much of my time I had to give over the whole week to service.  There was no way I could work on TMOM at my usual or even at 50% of my usual pace and help Mizero.  My guests left yesterday and I could get myself all worked up right now just thinking about the mountain of “shoulds” in front of me.But I won’t.  Not this time.  My perspective has shifted.  And I owe it to Egide, an 11 year old Rwandan boy and his mentor, Jean-Paul Samputu.  They taught my kids more about gratitude in 5 days (without being able to say one word to them in English) than I could in their lifetime.  My 12 y/o, who has my husband and me constantly conflicted about whether to be proud or worried about his Alex B. Keatonisms, offered to give up all his Christmas money if we could just adopt Egide.  My 8 y/o cried more than once when we said goodbye to the kids (not forever, mind you – just til we see them again in a few days).My heart is warmed as I write this.  My kids shared me, their rooms, their home, their toys, their clothes.  My husband cleaned, hugged, packed, drove and cleaned some more. Friends (Caroline, Carol) and my wonderful mother-in-law and Italian aunts-in-law brought food – lots and lots of food, sent money so the kids would taste pizza.  New friends (Jill, Glenn, Teresa, Jarl, Phil, Andrea) hosted the kids and Phil made drumsticks when theirs were lost by the airline, Lesley coordinated an entire week of housing, Cousins (Gina) brought new pants, shirts, jackets. One dad (Brian M.) revved up his minivan and drove an hour to JFK to help transport the kids to their host families…at MIDNIGHT! You get the idea.  I am going into this holiday season with gratitude and a full heart thanks to all of these wonderful people and this experience.BTW, Mizero means Hope in Kinyarwanda.  My hope for you is that you also enjoy a warm and happy holiday.More photos on FaceBook.  Become a TMOM fan while you are there!