Aqui, aqui, aqui is basically all I hear all day. While the other group members have connected with a teen or two and are practicing their language skills I'm chasing around a 2 year old. A little girl that has figured out the few words I understand in Spanish in order to boss me around. But I love it. Hennessey is literally, my little piece of faith yet symbolically the Honduran version of my niece faith that I miss terribly.
How do you find purpose in a country you know nothing about and can barely speak the language? When we hit the runway instead of dreaming about the new adventures ahead, I began to panic. What am I doing? Turn around, take me back I miss the beach, friends and American comfort. But that soon faded with a warm welcome and quick introductions. Before even getting to the property, before even meeting Hennessey we were ecstatically welcomed by a rush of children awaiting our arrival the second we stepped off the plane.
When Hennessy walks into the room and by passes everyone else's coo's and reached out arms to make it to my lap, I smile inside and out. While everyone's urged to build relationships with the kids I cant help but think there's not much impact you can have on a 2 year old in two months. So why has she already stolen my heart? What is my purpose here? Maybe it's that I'll be learning more from her in this stay. This little "principessa" has seen more pain and suffering in her first 2 years than I have in my entire 20 yet she's the happiest kid here. I look forward to chasing her around in the mornings and constantly obsessing over the two perrita's with her all day. I have a feeling I'll learn more about myself and the struggles of this country through this precious little girl than I could have ever imagined.
