I lost the rest of my blog that I wrote earlier so I'm going to try and recapture my thoughts...at the orphanage we visited first the infant room. Five cribs lined the room with an infant in most. The children reached out and cried to be picked up and held. About that time my eyes clouded over and I had to excuse myself...the impact was strong and painful for most of us, I believe. After that, we continued thru the different rooms by age (and divided by male and female once they got a little older. The director actually sleeps in the older boys' room on a single bed (this room houses 8 - 13 year old boys and they sleep two to a bunk). The director considers himself a father figure to the children and lives there 24/7 - except when he's out running an errand.
If an infant comes to them, without a name, they name the child and give him/her the last name of 'Samaritan'. The children appeared happy and eager to interact with all. They shared a few songs with us along with dancing. It was just one more example of amazing support provided for many by the people of Tanzania.
Kiss your children and your grandchildren and say a prayer for these children and the people who care for them. Their energy is unparalleled.
Peace,
Sue
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