Those who know me, know my heart for children isn't huge but the children of Haiti have definitely expanded it. I've been blown away by how sweet, loving, and caring they are. I immediately made a few friends that stayed with me the entire week. From the moment I saw Dijan hiding in the bushes with a mischievous smile on his face during our walk through the village, I knew I liked him. I was ecstatic when during the first day of camp, he came right up to me and sat down next to me, inching closer and closer until he could grab my hand and put his head on my shoulder. From that day on he would find me every day. Usually he just liked to find a place to sit together and we would watch all the chaos of recess happening around us. The girls were just as sweet, helping to brush off my skirt when I got up from sitting on the dusty steps, or brush my hair from my face and tuck it behind my ears underneath my hat. My other little friend, Malaika even grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the way when there was a truck coming and my back was turned.
Not only are the kids sweet towards us but towards each other. If one falls down, they help each other up. If one can't finish their sandwich they give it to the next kid. The little ones share their cup and bowl with their older siblings and will eagerly find them to borrow it. If one is crying, they try to comfort them. If one is pumping water at the water pump, another is holding their bag for them. If you're looking for Christ in Haiti, you don't have to look far. He's in each of the little children. They're teaching me how to be more compassionate, selfless, loving and kind. They know how to just be present which is a concept a lot of Americans, especially adults have a hard time with. When I'm struggling to be more like Christ when I get back, all I'll have to do is look at pictures of Dijan, Malaika, Fernando, and Widjana for inspiration.