At the conclusion of our training the teams surprised me with the most amazing gifts. Leoncie, the project leader of HRD, stepped forward with a team member from each of the other 6 teams to present me with a work of traditional Rwandan art. A rural scene composed entirely of banana leaves depicts a woman filling a large gourd with milk, a symbol of prosperity. Leoncie explained that I was represented by the mother wishing them prosperity and success. Another team working with teenage mothers brought me a work of art made by the women in their program. It was a large log-cabin style house made of the stalks of a plant. Then Aloys, one of our three male participants stepped forward with a gift containing a wood carving. The carving is of two warrior figurines in a hut, once with a bow and the other with a shield. He had included a note written in English that he asked me to read aloud:
If someone ask me to say a single word about Gretchen Wallace I would say: “Gretchen is the Hero Woman I have never seen before. She is the woman keeping ever still by holding an arc to fight poverty, ignorance, etc. and a shield to protect violence (gender based violence) and other nightmare for Grassroots Community in Rwanda.
Personally I am very grateful.
God bless you.
I almost cried. I didn’t know how much this program and teachings meant to them.
To be true, I am always astonished, almost uncomfortable, when a team presents me with a gift. Sometimes they will offer me a single papaya from their gardens. It will be presented dressed formally in a clean paper bag. Knowing these particular teams are subsistence farmers – even while operating their social venture – this means a great deal. Still, I struggle with my own awkwardness in accepting a gift when I feel like I already have too much. I grapple with the inherent inequality or injustice I somehow feel in these exchanges. The flow of gifts should surely go the other way. And yet, I’m slowly, humbly learning from these women to focus on what lies beneath – the gift of their intentions and their honor. From such a place, intentions are all equal. And my discomfort with who has more can transform into a higher consideration. Above all, the greatest gift they can give me is the work they are doing to support other women and girls. And the chance to be their partner.

