Les Enfants

We went to an orphanage yesterday to feed the babies and it was amazing. I have never been to an ophanage before and it positively broke my heart. There were about ten of us and they told us to go in, grab a baby, take it outside, feed it, then take it back in and get another baby because there were lots of babies to be fed.

We walked into the room and it was basically a hardwood floor with a gym mat down and children all over the place, most of them laying on their backs on the floor. Some of them were sick, and it was really sad. A couple of girls came up to me right away and wanted to be held. One girl in particular wanted nothing more than to just hug me close and it totally and completely broke my heart. I kept her with me the whole time and managed to feed her and 2 other small babies.

When we had to leave, her and another girl cried and chased me out. I couldn't believe how sad I was to leave. I'm still so overwhelmed by how emotional the experience was that I am not sure what can be learned from it, I just know that I'm glad I went. And I can't wait to go back.

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2 thoughts on “Les Enfants

  1. i don't think i could handle going to an orphanage and not taking all the children home with me. it breaks my heart to think about it. i wish there was a way to make adoptions less expensive so that more people could afford to adopt children. i would love to adopt, but making babies the old fashioned way is completely free and we are poor. it makes my heart hurt.

  2. It's the heart of the world, Stephanie!!
    Those are beautiful moments that allow you to catch a glimpse of a life so free of material influence, of interruptions, free of the pressures of the rat race and of attention-driven "dramatic hysterical disorders"! There's a rawness to it all, eh? It's a rawness that breaks your heart down and allows you to feel compassion and; therefore, connection. Your heart goes out to all of them and you feel inspired, energized, alive!! That is because, without you realizing, they gave to you what you were capable of giving to them .. love, understanding and compassion. It feels so incredibly simple and yet so complex that it is hard to get your mind around it. All that they needed was a hug & to feel loved and sometimes that is all that we need, too.
    Go back, again and again. Visit those children and love them & learn from them. They just might know more about being alive than we do.
    "For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
    Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
    So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
    Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
    He threshes you to make you naked.
    He sifts you to free you from your husks.
    He grinds you to whiteness.
    He kneads you until you are pliant;
    And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
    All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
    But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
    Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
    Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears."
    This is from one of my fav books if you haven't read it already, "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran. You can read it online at http://leb.net/gibran/works/prophet/prophet.html

    I'm so happy for you and your experiences!!! Keep writing and sharing with all of us!! Most of us are sheltered from such extremes and the more we know, the more we can hope that help will be on its way if we aren't already sending it ourselves.
    Come build houses with me!!
    I so look forward to reading more of your thoughts … Karen

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