Tag: MK

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When you hear “Missionary Kid” you may think of: Awkward, sibling of many, matching clothes, curtain kids (my husband’s invention), cheesy prayer card pic, or just a tad different. As much as I would like for these stereotypes to not exists, they do.   The glances at the new kid walking into Sunday school, the little girls talking about the strange missionary girl in the bathroom stall next to the missionary mom, the awkward moments of welcoming the MK back to America after years of foreign culture… those exist as well. Yet really: they are just kids:   sweet, resilient, […]