Sunday, September 26, 2010

Feeding Program

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays a family called the Manasseros runs a feeding program for neighborhood kids around their ministry (a boys and girls home called Maison de Lumiere). The kids come in, sing songs, hear a story, receive a vitamin, then get a warm meal and clean water. The Manasseros' kids go to Quisqueya, and they're just the most amazing people. We've been to the feeding program twice now and hope to go more often, although it is hard to love on the kids without good Kreyol. Susette Manassero brought over a baby who she was loving on for the day. She affectionately named her Chubba Wubba - I mean, come on, look at those cheeks. It felt great to be able to love a baby- babies are easy, no language needed.
Bearded Tony prays with the kiddos before they receive their meals.
 Praying with Susette.
One child had an infected cut, so a nurse and I cleaned it and put on a bandaid. It felt familiar, like a return to the wound care that I got to do right after the quake during those days at the clinic and Hopital Espoir. Within a minute or two, a big crowd had formed. Everybody wanted a blast of antibacterial spray and a bandaid for their (invisible) injuries.
Mom joined in the big circle. I laughed at her "Haiti purse".
Clapping along to the songs- "Deep and Wide" in Kreyol, among other things.
How old are you?
Photographer extraordinaire Ben captured some wonderful moments.
Listening to the story.
I was so glad we got to go to the feeding program with my mom. She was so moved. I wondered why she was so emotional, and then I wondered why I wasn't... have I gotten used to those kinds of hole-ridden outfits? Broken Crocs, hanging on by a plastic thread? Orange-tinted hair and bone-thin legs are no longer shocking? May it never be so.
Story time.
A team from California was in town with the Manasseros and one of their members had just painted this bright mural of Jesus.
 Eske, mange bon? Is your food good? That's as much as I could muster as I wandered from table to table, trying to make a connection without any Kreyol. Pats on the back sometimes bring a shy smile, and sometimes bring a hostile, "what are you doing?" look. Oh well. My mom was really upset about the fact that the kids' food bowls looked pretty similar to what our dog eats out of in Dallas.
This little one caught me and Ben's eye. Her shirt was a big mess, but more than that, she had really bright orange hair, a common indicator of serious malnutrition.
Look at their faces. Each one of those kids goes home to a tent, in the worst kinds of poverty.
Susette taking a photo with her friends Tara and Brittany and baby Asher. Heidi was trying to get Asher to look at the camera, so these helpful boys made faces and silly sounds to get his attention.
Some slightly less professional, yet more touching, murals. I love that little handwriting on the "love you" under the Haiti flag.

Many of my mom's friends donated money before her trip. The money went to purchase children's and prenatal vitamins, and a whole bag full of those vitamins are going to the Manasseros for their feeding program. So if you gave, thank you! These little faces will be eating little Flintstones vitamins in a few days because of you. Mesi, mesi ampil!


1 comment:

  1. Hey....don't be laughing at my 15 year old coach bag! It just happened to be the right size for travel :) I'm much more horrified by the way my "hasn't been washed in 5 days" hair looks!

    So glad you wrote about the feeding program--what an amazing ministry this is. Do you happen to know how it is funded? How could people contribute if they wanted to help? Love you both--Mom



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