Although there are wonderful attributes gained by being a child raised overseas, these same children experience untold traumas. My grandchildren had to say a lot of goodbyes to people they loved. They can feel adrift or nomadic with no home base or home country.
My grandchildren often heard explosions or fighting in the mountains around their village as people groups and the military fought. One such skirmish separated them from their parents when a bridge was blown up. Another time, the parents were thrown into Covid quarantine for two weeks when they only travelled to a village nearby. Nationals had to care for them while they were fearful for their parents’ safety.
They experienced a coup in their country where their parents served medically. The military arrived in their small town in a long stream of trucks with soldiers and machine guns. It became typical to see soldiers with machine guns on the streets of their town. There was real danger for the friends, ministry partners, and children in their neighborhood.
The granddaughters had many young friends in their neighborhood who came to a Bible study in their home. One by one the girls began disappearing. My granddaughters learned what it means to be trafficked when the parents of their friends said they had “gone to work”. My granddaughters were just 9 and 12 and their friends were of similar ages.
At one point, my daughter’s family was forced to leave the only country her children had lived in abruptly so most of their belongings were left behind. They learned that their town was bombed, and their home was ransacked and so much that was dear to them was stolen. These are all frightening instances for adults, let alone children.