It has been so long since I have written. I wondered where to begin? What story should I tell first of the many that are in my heart? I was at a loss so I looked through some recent photos and quickly my heart was stirred.
In Haiti Mother’s Day is celebrated on the last Sunday of May. The day before I was at the river swimming with friends and some children joined us. The question arose about what they could give their moms to show them how much they are loved and appreciated. These sweet kids couldn’t think of anything. They don’t have the supplies to make a card, they don’t have money to buy even a pack of crackers and they already help with all the household chores.
So a friend asked if I’d like to go back Sunday morning to help them. We don’t have many supplies either but I remembered what I liked to receive on Mother’s Day. It was the little handmade gifts, the cards that were so carefully written and colored, the gifts made from things found not purchased.
When we arrived we found about 20 children eagerly waiting to begin, some as young as 3 or 4 who were stark naked, others as old as 14. Each of them with broad smiles at the thought of making something for their mom or grandma. We sent them all down to the river to find a rock that would fit in the palm of their hand. They came back and sat at two long picnic tables. We gave each one a permanent marker. There was no pushing, no shoving, no grabbing of someone’s marker, no complaining about not getting a specific color. Just total concentration on the task at hand. Drawing a design or picture on a small rock.
Each child took their time, carefully coloring this beautiful gift with so much love. When they finished with their rock they each were given a half sheet of construction paper to make a card. And they were encouraged to share their marker with a friend adding more color to their masterpieces. The happiness and pride on their faces was my gift. To all of you who are moms, to those who yearn to be moms and to those who act in the role of moms I pray that you are blessed by any child you encounter for children are truly a gift from the Lord. Psalm 127:3