Imagine a table full of 10-year-old
boys excitedly sewing up holes in their worn backpacks, pants and shirts. Each
boys head is down while the concentrated silence is only pierced by shouts of
“¡Mira! ¡Yo lo hice!” (Look, I did it). Impossible, you say? Nope, just another
Tuesday night in Casa San Jose (my house) at NPH.
After spending two full weeks with
the boys in my house, not only I am finally learning their names, but also that
it truly is the little things that matter. Earlier in the day, one of my boys
asked if I could bring a needle and thread to the house that night so that we
could work together to sew together is well worn book bag. When I returned the
second night to finish the project, it seemed half the house had found
something that needed fixing. However, they did not want ME to do it; they
wanted to do it themselves. So, armed with an extra sewing kit (THANKS
GRANDMA!) and a lot of patience, we had an impromptu tutorial and sewing class.
By the end of the night, everyone had been successful and avoiding pricking
himself too much with the needle.
As I sat and admired the boys, I
realized the grace I am searching for already exists in each one of them. All I
can do is help them to see how much they are filled with. And to do that, all
it takes is spending time and listening. This week of orientation has further
compounded this realization. Each department has spoken to us new volunteers
about what they do and how we play a role in that department’s tasks, as well
as the overall mission of NPH. All the insight and suggestions have been
extremely helpful in identifying my role here for the next year. I am starting
to see it as a combination older sister/godmother/companion/friend.
As a tribute to the memorial of
Father Wasson’s passing this weekend, here is a link (and part 2) to his biography. The video talks about the
Father’s life-how he came to found NPH- and the principles that still guide the
organization today. I would highly suggest it to everyone as another way to
learn more about the worldwide family of pequeños that NPH has raised with love
and care.
Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my
camera to our sewing party but here are some pictures of my boys from a photo
shoot we had another night…..
And some of the beautiful churches
in a city named Leon that I visited on my weekend off…
Also, if anyone was planning on
sending me something, the last address I posted was WRONG. This is the correct
one…
Nuestros Pequeños Hermanos
Eliza Herrero
Apartado de correos #29
Jinotepe, Carazo
Nicaragua, Central America
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