Broken Peices and All

So I have found that if I do not post pictures it will let me post a blog. I have been fighting this thing for weeks so sorry for the hissy fit i threw and didnt post!

I am finally having good days here in Nepal. They told me homesickness only lasts for a week. Well for me it lasted 2 weeks and 15 hours. Well i am still homesick if i think about it too much so lets not do that.

I am just going to jump right in to what happened today!

These kids are amazing! They warm my heart when i am sad and want to crawl into my bed and not come out. They are all so small because of the asian background they have! Tiny tiny tiny! But each one has a unique personality and way of seeing the world. Man i wish i was a kid sometimes.

We walk the kids to school and then go get them. We walk ing total about 6 miles a day! Yeah i have lost some inches and my knees hate me!

 So back to my story! We were walking them home and i noticed some of the back packs were coming apart. You know how kids are! They are so rough on stuff sometimes hahaha! So i made a mental note about the backpacks. When we arrived at ECDC i asked if i could mend packpacks and they said yes of course! I expected the kids to say that i could do it but i didnt expect the reactions a recieved when i was done.

The smiles, people. The smiles that i got from them made my day. My cup runeth over in this moment. They and myself loved the fact that there was individual attention given. That i was helping them fix their special item, that is what made me finally feel like i was doing something real.

One little boy in particular i would like to talk about. He was standing at the end of a table with some other children and he was reading rhymes in english and was not paying attention to me (i was sitting on the other end of the table by where the kids had piled all their backpacks). I found his bag and was examining it and found a couple holes where the thread had come lose on the front pocket. I began to mend it. He was still reading and didnt see me doing amything. I finished and went up to him and showed him what i did.

Oh the joy that filled this little boys face was so incredibly special. He pointed to his bag and said "fixed auntie fixed" ! He was so excited. It didnt matter that it wasnt a perfect stitch and that it was hand done. It didnt matter that the thread wasnt a match to the original.

I found that children and people in general need to feel appappreciated and loved. They need to feel that someone cares about them and that they are enough just the way they are. Broken peices and all. This little boy gave me hope that i am here for a reason and that these kids will have a better life because of the ECDC program and house in which they live.