In exactly four days, barring a terrible traveling emergency, I will be sitting in my family van speeding toward home. It’s crazy to think that these last twelve weeks have already gone by. I can count how many days are left with my fingers. Instead of helping the children write cards to the other teams and interns who are going back to the United States, I’m helping them write my goodbye letter. (I can make huge lettering really well, so all the kids are having me write everyone’s names. Including mine. It’s so depressing. It feels like I’m signing my own pink slip or something). But not only are they, once again, writing “I will miss you and love you forever” letters, but I am doing my best to impart my eternal wisdom in my own cards. This, again, is not fun and I have in no way been looking forward to it. I’ve made 21 cards so far, four left.
We are also spending all of our free time tying up loose ends around the orphanage. We’re organizing, cleaning, painting, translating, and repackaging food all the day long. We want everything to run smoothly once we’re gone. The staff here have come to rely on us. Not that we run the orphanage better (in fact, I often wonder if we are hindering them or giving the children false expectations), but we give them the ability to take a break and breathe. They can enjoy their jobs. Once we leave it will be 2 hardcore, fierce, wonderful women taking on 24 rambunctious children, 1 cook, and a handyman. It’s important we don’t leave any more stress than necessary.
But the most painful part of this week has been spending time with the kids. While this summer has been wonderful for them and for us, it has been getting taxing for these precious kids. They’ve seen people come and go over and over, and they know that another group of people they love are about to abandon them. Today I came out for lunch and was, like usual, greeted by my sparkling, joy of a friend Mirian. She’s four, sassy, and a diva to the core. She also knows that she has every last one of us wrapped around her tiny little fingers. Every day she points at me and commands, “No llora!” (no crying! I’ve been suffering from allergies, so I look like I’m crying 90% of the time). I say, “No! No estoy llorando! Voy a llorar en viernes!” (No! I’m not crying! I’m going to cry on friday!) But today, she greeted me differently. She said “No puede salir.” (You can’t leave). This confused me, yesterday she seemed perfectly at peace with the concept that I was going to leave. “Porque?” “Porque voy a llorar. No quiero llorar.” (Why? Because I’m going to cry. I don’t want to cry.) That just about killed me. She kept saying it over and over. “I don’t want you to leave. I’m going to cry.” She sat next to me at lunch and cuddled up next to me every chance she got.
She is not the only kid who knows we’re about to leave. Edwin Emil walks up and gives me hugs every 3 seconds it seems like. “Estas saliendo en viernes.” (You’re leaving on friday). He gives the best hugs. I want them to last forever.
Today, however, we got some terrible news. Tomorrow, a bunch of the kids have to leave 2 hours early from the program. It sounds silly, I guess, but it doesn’t seem fair! I feel like I’m being cheated out of my last day with the best kids in the world! Tomorrow is going to be rough. There are going to be two tearful goodbyes (although I keep promising myself and everyone else that I’m not going to cry, fat chance). I am going to have to say goodbye to some kids knowing full well I may never see them again, and if I do, they will be older. Different. More mature. I probably won’t be able to carry Mirian everywhere. Edwin Emil might suddenly become “too cool” to give hugs all the time. Jairon’s voice might change. Nahun’s voice will be deeper. While I don’t know if I’m saying goodbye forever or for now, I am saying goodbye to these children at this particular time in their lives.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m psyched to go home. Spending 3 months in a foreign country is hard, especially when you leave exactly 2 days after school ends. I haven’t had a summer, and it will be fun to have a couple “normal” weeks before flying into my senior year.
Favor: Pray for my team and I tomorrow as we say goodbye? And definitely pray for these kids. Some of these kids live a life of being abandoned every day by their families (either physically or emotionally), and I don’t want this group to be another group of people who have abandoned them. I want to make sure they know that we came to bring God’s love, and that is going to stay here forever.