One day I went to bed feeling a little down. I had a long tiring day of Hogar daily life and was feeling very drained. I found myself longing for someone to take care of me just for once. I was thinking about how all day long I comfort the girls, hug them, console them, carry them, and wipe their tears etc. At the end of the day it would be nice to have someone to do that for me once in a while.
I started to think about single parents and how they do this every day of their lives. Single parents give, give, and give to their children while working at the same time to support their children. Who is there to support the single parent and the end of the day, and give a hug of reassurance and comfort?
So I started praying to God about this, and I told him, " I know you are all I need, and I know you are what can and will give me the comfort I need, but I just cannot feel it so please help me right now.¨
The next morning I woke up, went through my day without even thinking about how I felt and what I had prayed for the night before. In the afternoon, I was leaving the computer room and I slammed my thumb in the door. It immediately bruised and I could feel it throbbing as my response is a bad word, luckily the girls do not understand English. The pain just made me want to sit on the ground, hold my thumb, and not talk to anyone. It is impossible, however, to be alone in the Hogar. One of the 11 year old girls who was with me at the time yells, "Chris! Chris! Estas Bien?´´ (You Okay?). I said yes through tears on the floor not wanting to be noticed, so she states" I am going to go Michelle!" I told her no it is fine (I hate people seeing me cry- I felt like a baby). So when she ran away to get Michelle, two other little ones ran out instead yelling my name "CHRIS!" They tell me to go get ice right away. I am then walking down the hall to the kitchen accompanied by one other little girl (11 years) as she rubs my back the entire time, the other 10 year old girl who reached for my hand as she tells me a story about how she had done the same thing when she was little and how she knows how much it hurt. Then another girl shows up when we are at the fridge to help me scrape the frost off the fridge as my "ice."
Later that night when I went to write in my journal and I saw what I had written the night before: about how I had been feeling alone, longed to be comforted, and was tired of giving and working nonstop. Then I realized God answered my prayers, he knew I needed some comfort physically not just spiritually, and slamming my finger in the door was the answer to my prayers. The way the girls responded, how concerned they were about just a simple thumb...the important thing to them was that it was my thumb. So they took care of me, and comforted me. I did not realize it until later that night about how loved I am, and how much of a family we are here through thick and thin.
I would like to say thank you to all single parents out there for the work you do and the life you live for your children. I cannot begin to imagine how tough it can be. The truth is God will always put people, even if it is the children, in our lives to help when we need it the most, only sometimes we have to open our eyes to recognize when our prayers are answered.