While our kindergarten class was out having a play-break last Friday, 3 new kids walked in through the big front gate with their mom and a social worker. A few hours later, they were admitted into the orphanage. They are siblings: 8-year-old twins Nick and Genesis and their older brother Israel who turned 11 just a few days ago. After 2-year-old Erica came in a few weeks ago we talked about how it would be a neat experience to see some older children come in. While it has been really interesting and "neat" its also been very hard to see. Just thinking about what these kids must be feeling and experiencing is sad. But, Genesis and Nick seemed excited about being here right away and were eager to meet all of the kids and staff during the past couple days. They made friends quickly and seemed pretty comfortable with the huge change in their life. Israel is quieter and has some behavior problems, but overall is a good kid. Genesis is beautiful and loves to run and be chased! The other day she taught us her version of 'freeze tag' using actions to explain the rules, after we reminded her a billion times that we couldn't understand her because we don't speak Spanish. Nick is extremely affectionate. A few nights ago I was playing a little peek-a-boo game with Yen, 3-years-old and when Yen hopped off my lap, Nick jumped right on and wanted to play the same game. He gave me tons of hugs and kisses and wanted to be held almost like a baby. Throughout the past couple days/nights he'll play happily with his friends but will stop literally every few minutes to come over to give and receive affection. He is starved for love.
We have been working as house moms in Nick and Israel's house for the past couple days. Both boys ask when we are going to eat at least once every 20 minutes. Soon after a meal they will start asking when the next meal is. They usually want more food after they have finished their portion too. There had been some little things that you could tell were hard for them about moving here, but it all came crashing down on Nick.
A few nights ago right after showers Nick was sitting in the family room in his cassita. Arielle went over to him to tell him it was dinner time and saw he was crying quietly to himself. He said he didn't want to eat dinner so we let him just have some space for a few minutes. In a couple minutes I went and picked him up, and held him close like he likes to be held. He sobbed in my lap for a while and the other children told me he wanted to go to his house. He had told me that earlier too. I asked him in English if he missed his 'mama' and he broke down even harder, not understanding the question I had asked, but just hearing the word 'mama'. He cried and cried and just wanted to be held for a long time. He wouldn't talk or eat, just wanted to sob in my arms. I could have cried right there with him, but I wanted to help him. The other boys in his saw he was more than just a little upset and started to notice. The older, "cooler" boys came over and gave him a nice pat on the back and said some nice words to him. The 2 little guys came and rubbed his head the way I was. It was like Nick hit the wall where the orphanage stopped seeming like fun summer camp and he wanted to go home. It was one of the saddest things you could ever see.
It was really a moment where we realized these boys are all each other has. They have to be like family to one another and take care of each other. As much as they fight and yell and bug each other, they can relate to one another and know what it's like to be lonely and probably pretty desparate for your mom and dad. Both Arielle and I were super happy that we were able to be there on Nick's first hard night. While the house moms are very loving and caring, they have so much work to do and deal with this a lot. We were happy Nick could just get time to be sad and be held and loved.
Fortunately, in a little while Nick decided he could try some dinner. He ate a tiny bit and then I asked if he wanted a special treat...he chose an orange. When the 2 little guys saw that Nick got an orange they wanted one too of course. The children don't eat snacks after dinner, but Nick handed out pieces to anyone who wanted one. 10 minutes after the orange, he was out playing Spiderman with the other guys.
Just imagining the situation these children are in is sad. Seeing it is even more sad. And holding kids when they realize they have it bad is the worst. Please pray for Nick and his sibs.
We also have another new 8-year-old girl who came in on Saturday morning. She and Genesis are instant best friends. She was very shy at first but is sweet and affectionate. Her name is Maria and she's so lovable.
We've been busy being house moms, to give the madres here a break, and have a girls house again tonight. We are having a popcorn, pajama and peanut butter party in 10 minutes!
