We all sat in the Waid’s living room about to watch a ridiculously cheesy movie when Shashitra walked into the room. She is the lady that is in charge of the office. She is probably around 60 years old and her hair falls all the way down her back. Shashitra informed us that a baby boy would be brought from a village the following day. This brought excitement because we would be a new baby boy. Of course we had to name this baby. I quickly responded, “How about Silas?” and with that it was settled… the boy would be named Silas.
Tonight Lauren, Heather, and I went to the baby room so that we could see the new addition to the Bangla Hope family. We walked around the room for about 5 min trying to find him before we could get Kakoli to ask the caregivers in Bangla where the new baby was. He was lying down behind one of the caregivers. I quickly scooped him up into my arms. Silas has very little hair on his head but it is nice to touch his soft smooth head. He is 2 months old and they say that his mother died from Anemia. Lauren found Paul and Heather picked up Ginger and we all just sat on a bed holding the precious babies. I got Silas to smile and do a little giggle and I believe that it was the most precious thing I have ever seen. Nine members of his family had shown up to give the baby to the orphanage and I couldn’t help but wonder how they gave him up. Of course they were too poor to keep him but my mind still couldn’t comprehend how it was possible to give up such a adorable baby.
When I think of poverty I think of the villagers. As you have read in my other posts, they have nothing. Today we gave out tons of clothes. Many of the clothes were still in very good condition but since so many of them are brought over by the Waid’s each year they have excess that can be given to the villagers that live around the orphanage.
Around 3 o’clock Lauren and I went down and moved all the clothes toward the gate that leads to the village. There had to be about 50 villagers outside the gates waiting to get in. The guard would let 4 or 5 kids in at a time and then we would have to sort through all the clothes and dresses and pick out ones that would fit them. Some of the children would come wearing nothing but rags and we would give them beautiful dresses and sweaters. A few of them would burst into tears when we would get near them and others would just smile because we kept telling them how beautiful they were. They really were beautiful despite the fact that many of the children were caked with dirt. One little girl came who was about 4 or 5 years old. She was blind but yet she had such a precious face. I can’t imagine how hard it is for the mother to take care of her newborn baby and her little blind girl. If being a child in Bangladesh is hard, being a blind child in Bangladesh must be harder. I cannot get that little girl’s face out of my head.
I suppose that tonight is just one of those nights where I cannot help but think of the village people. I cannot help but think of their pain, poverty, and kindness. It is times like these that I wish that I could do more to help but I feel helpless and pathetic. These village kids can be so precious to me but I cannot express it to them. I guess I should just hold on to the fact that we now have baby Silas. He has a much brighter future now that he is here.
Sometimes all I can do is hold onto the little things.
Tonight Lauren, Heather, and I went to the baby room so that we could see the new addition to the Bangla Hope family. We walked around the room for about 5 min trying to find him before we could get Kakoli to ask the caregivers in Bangla where the new baby was. He was lying down behind one of the caregivers. I quickly scooped him up into my arms. Silas has very little hair on his head but it is nice to touch his soft smooth head. He is 2 months old and they say that his mother died from Anemia. Lauren found Paul and Heather picked up Ginger and we all just sat on a bed holding the precious babies. I got Silas to smile and do a little giggle and I believe that it was the most precious thing I have ever seen. Nine members of his family had shown up to give the baby to the orphanage and I couldn’t help but wonder how they gave him up. Of course they were too poor to keep him but my mind still couldn’t comprehend how it was possible to give up such a adorable baby.
When I think of poverty I think of the villagers. As you have read in my other posts, they have nothing. Today we gave out tons of clothes. Many of the clothes were still in very good condition but since so many of them are brought over by the Waid’s each year they have excess that can be given to the villagers that live around the orphanage.
Around 3 o’clock Lauren and I went down and moved all the clothes toward the gate that leads to the village. There had to be about 50 villagers outside the gates waiting to get in. The guard would let 4 or 5 kids in at a time and then we would have to sort through all the clothes and dresses and pick out ones that would fit them. Some of the children would come wearing nothing but rags and we would give them beautiful dresses and sweaters. A few of them would burst into tears when we would get near them and others would just smile because we kept telling them how beautiful they were. They really were beautiful despite the fact that many of the children were caked with dirt. One little girl came who was about 4 or 5 years old. She was blind but yet she had such a precious face. I can’t imagine how hard it is for the mother to take care of her newborn baby and her little blind girl. If being a child in Bangladesh is hard, being a blind child in Bangladesh must be harder. I cannot get that little girl’s face out of my head.
I suppose that tonight is just one of those nights where I cannot help but think of the village people. I cannot help but think of their pain, poverty, and kindness. It is times like these that I wish that I could do more to help but I feel helpless and pathetic. These village kids can be so precious to me but I cannot express it to them. I guess I should just hold on to the fact that we now have baby Silas. He has a much brighter future now that he is here.
Sometimes all I can do is hold onto the little things.
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