Week 3

Wow, I am half way done. Nothing absolutely amazing has happened so far, but I am surely, and slowly changing. Working in the Cuna is getting better, although today was a really poopie day. The oldest, Mayra calls me Ary. I have been laying it down hard to potty train them. Mayra is pretty much potty trained now, and Lorena is getting there. Leo, for some reason, refuses to go in the potty.

It is amazing to see God’s grace in these children. All of them are here because they need to be. When Lalo, one of the adopted kids was born, his mother was going to throw him into the ocean, but some ladies from the mission found him and took him here. He was here his whole life. It is just crazy how close he was to dying.

Also, Lorena, the cutest girl alive, lived in a really poor camp and her parents didn’t take care of her. She would walk around naked, and eat garbage. Some people called DIF (kind of a Mexican protective service) and she was taken here. This was a little over a month ago. When she first came she was so malnourished. She wouldn't let people touch her, hated men, extremely skinny with a huge pot belly, and had parasites. It is amazing to see how she has changed just in the three weeks I have been here. She has learned what it is to be loved. It is the most precious thing when she runs up and gives you a hug, giggles and kisses you. We don’t know how old she is but she is around the age of 2.

Although, Lorena has had to learn to fend for herself. She was on her own and taking care of herself when she was 1. This can sometimes be observed in the Cuna. I turned around to hear Mayra screaming bloody murder, and I look at her arm, which had deep indents from Lorena’s teeth in it. Her first powwow and a Cuna time out from me.

I have only played soccer here once. I am not sure if the kids liked me being on their team, or not. They asked me a few times if I knew how to play soccer, while I was playing with them, not sure if it was a hint. Although I did have to show off in front of my 5-10 year old new friends, and took some of them out. Haha, I totally was just ya know, running with the ball, and then next thing I know one of the youngest kids is on the ground crying… I scored though. I wonder if the older kids will let me play with them. They look pretty good, but they might be surprised by crazy Americans, who knows.

Its has been so much fun getting to know people. I have just started to become friends with a lot of the Mexican staff, and some of the older orphans. There is a pretty big division here, and it is awesome to cross it, and cross over into the Mexican culture a bit.