I thought I'd take you on a journey and give you a peek into one
of many exciting days of preschool here at Maranatha Children's Ministries in
Haiti.
Woke up after one of the best nights sleep
I've had in a very long time thanks to Malaria; the wind was playing with the
leaves of the mango and palm tree right outside my window and I hoped for a
little bit of a cooler today. Looking at the clock it read 7:22 and I have a
meeting to do at 7:30, yikes! Jumped out of bed slipped on the dusty, white
tile, let out a little yelp as I fell on my face, popped back up and quickly
got ready for the day.
What kind of day lay ahead of me with such
an exciting beginning?
Every day we have a schedule and for the
most part we stick to it, though with weather and sickness things do tend to
get shifted around. Racing out of my room finishing my braid I found on top of
the box where we keep the sheets for the schedules a note saying that my fellow
intern and good friend James had already put together the schedule, "Mesi
anpil James!" Headed out to the meeting with 2 minutes to spare!
Morning meetings are under the big gazebo.
All of the staff attends the meeting, they start by singing a hymn and than we
do devotions before going through the schedule for the day. But something
was off this morning, it was 7:35 and no one was at the table except for James
and I... James went to get them but only 7 people came to morning meeting out
of the usual 12 and out of the 7 there were only 4 people who work with the
children 2 teachers and then James and me. I have to admit I freaked out a
little.
"Does anyone know where... anyone
is?"
We pieced together that 2 people were sick
but the rest we had no idea. There had been a Tap Tap (public transportation)
strike a few weeks ago and I wondered if it was happening again. "Guess
we're going to be teaching the 2's class today James" I said laughing.
Something Haiti has taught me is to laugh in the good times and the hard times
because it's easy to be discouraged and sometimes you just have to let go and
laugh as you think "What on earth just happened."
As they finished singing Mama Erta arrived
just in time to do devotions! James and I were pretty relieved we weren't
teaching but I told Erta I would be her helper for the day as 32 little 2
year-olds is a little much for one set of hands. We tweaked the schedule,
prayed together and were off to get things ready.
Right before the children arrived one of
the helpers for the 2's arrived! I wrapped her in a huge hug and told her I was
super excited to see her, even more so because we were so short staffed! She
was shocked when I told her everyone that was missing and she told me that she
wasn't feeling good but she knew that she needed to come today and now she knew
why!
8:00am time to greet the children!
Running, walking or toddling through the
black gate, giving one last glance at their mother or father, a whimper perhaps
to show that they weren't too excited to be going to school and then their eyes
land on you and a smile, sometimes a shriek as they call your name and come
running to your arms or just running to you and hugging your leg as sometimes
you already have two kids on each hip and one clinging to your back. Shouts
erupt from all over the yard and teachers and my fellow intern greet kids by
name.
Soon the call for clean up is made and we
all head to breakfast, holding one or two kids while leading the rest behind.
The oldest children sit at the table under the huge gazebo while the younger
children sit at two more tables that are set up in the preschool room. As
backpacks that weren't taken off before coming to breakfast are gathered
children close their eyes and fold their hands while a teacher prays than
breakfast is served! Emanie makes breakfast every morning and it changes
between oatmeal with raisins to banana bread & hard boiled eggs.
I help pass out plates and cups of milk to
the youngest children giving each child a kiss on the forehead and telling them
good morning. The children will shout my name and some of them pucker their
little lips ready to give me a kiss on the cheek as well. They've all figured
out my name and now I'm called one of three things: "Hope"
"Hopie" or "Mama". Each of the kids hold different places
in my heart and I have a special relationship with each one of them. Some are
tickled until they tell me good morning or how they're feeling others get a
little hug and a reminder to eat everything on their plates.
Heading outside Darlens and his little
sister begin the chant of "HOPE! HOPE! HOPE! HOPE!" I shout their
names back to them reaching them and tickling them both to get them to stop.
After all the plates are passed out I head back to the preschool room to make
sure a couple particular kids eat their breakfast & sending kids out to
wash their hands or into the bathrooms before assembly starts. A handful of
children trickle in once all the children are seated and eating, James and I
run to greet them and scoop them up to carry them to an extra seat at the table.
I helped Carmita clear the tables
that day as she was just getting over the virus and her hands still couldn't
lift heavy things. I served food to the last couple kids that arrived and gave
a child with a fever some medicine before heading in to assembly to sing with
the kids. Cristelle is a little two year old that was the first child to really
attach to me; she ran up to me in her little pink and yellow shirt and lifted
her arms to be picked up. Swinging her up to my hip we began to sing Oh, Be
Careful Little Eyes, we sing it in English and in Kreyol. I began singing and
swaying with her, we shook our fingers at each other shouting "What you
see!" and laughing as we both couldn't keep a straight face!
After singing we say a prayer for the day
and then the children all split into their different classes and head to one of
our 4 different stations. The 2's start with craft and today was a coloring
page of the Good Samaritan, I sat beside a little boy who when I first met him
was very shy and never smiled. But through the months he has become such a
smiley outgoing little thing it's really amazing to see. I sat between him and
my little flower; Astride. Astride has grown a lot over the past few months,
she holds the little pink crayon like it’s the most precious possession she
owns and carefully she begins to color the man laying with his back against a large
boulder. She doesn't stay in the lines exactly but she
understands that this should all be colored. I praise her and Daniel as they
work and other children lift up their papers to show me
how they're doing as well.
Once all the children have finished
coloring and their names have been written on the top we bring out fresh play
dough! Each of the children are given a portion and I watched as they began to
pinch little pieces off and roll into balls, “Hopie! Vini!” I hear from across
the room, Marie Landie has rolled all of her play dough into one huge snake and
her beaming smile shows just how proud she is of it. I play with her and
Cristelle showing them how to make a dog with their balls of play dough, they
were so excited!
Picking up the playdough the children are
sent outside to sit on the step of the gazebo where they each receive a
vitamin, a banana and a cup of water. I take a seat in front of them and
instantly 4 kids run to sit on my lap while another 4 run to sit on James’ as
well. We laugh, talk and play with the kids as they eat their snack and
when they're finished half head to the front where chalk and
bubbles await and I stay with the other half in the back where James has them
do races.
Astride and Redjina have claimed my lap as
James calls out two kids to come stand beside him we all chant with him “Ready,
Set, Go!” and they're off running a lap around the pool their
little shoes slapping the concrete, ribbons flying and shrieks of joy escaping
their lips as they race and those still seated chant both of their
names. I'm impressed by a number of the kids that fly around the
pool at lightning speed, they “cross the finish line” and give James and I a
high five, their faces shining and hearts racing.
After everyone’s has had two turns it’s
time to fall in and head to the front. We recite the alphabet in both French
and English making silly voices and calling the kids to hold on
and don't let go. Each of the children are given a piece of colored
chalk, they run to the tall black gate which serves as a perfect
blackboard for the kids artwork. One of the kids favorite things to do is draw
lines and circles and then erase it to draw more; but when they do their hands
turn the color of the chalk and they'll shriek and giggle lifting
them up to show me.
I bring out the bubbles as James gathers
what is left of the little pieces of chalk. No matter how old you are there is
really something simply magical about bubbles and chasing them as the wind
sends them dancing brings a smile to even the grumpiest face.
The fourth and final station is inside
where we have assembly. The children sit around a chair as Islande has them
tell her in English and Kreyol the date, days of the week and months of the
year. Astride and Redjina have claimed my lap once more as Islande reads the
class a story, first in English and then in Kreyol asking them questions as
she reads. The children all love books.
Today we had blocks after reading. I
hadn’t been able to watch the 2’s play with the blocks and it was fun to watch
as they pieced the pieces together and then told me what
they’d built. I watched as a 2 square blocks became a car. A whole stack of blocks became Adams
airplane and Fabiola built a tower and then began sharing the different pieces
as she took it apart.
Soon it’s lunch time, blocks are gathered
and children line up to head to the preschool room to eat. A little boy managed
to get his shoes off while playing with blocks and he brings them over to me to
put on. His shoes are an old pair of tennis shoes that have seen much better
days, there used to be a character of some kind on the sides but it’s long
since come off, the insides are so shredded that it’s hard to get his sockless
little foot in them but in they go nonetheless and he runs off to a lunch of
peanut butter and honey sandwiches with milk.
I head out to serve the children under the
gazebo, as I step outside I hear one of the oldest girls praying “Thank you for
everything, please God bless Hope, bless Fi Fi, bless James, bless us God. We
love you. In Jesus’ name amen!” to say that this is sweet is honestly an
understatement. This child has far less than I have and does not have a good
home life. But she prays that God will bless me. It’s a rather humbling thought.
Mats are laid out side by side in the
assembly room and once the younger children have washed their sticky hands and
mouths I help lay them down on the blue mats that fill the room. There aren’t
enough for all the children and so I pull out some blankets and lay them in the
pathway between the mats for the remaining children to sleep on. Islande sits
and sings to them as they fall to sleep with a fan blowing around the room.
The oldest children have recess now. James
and I try to switch it up and make it fun for the kids. We started with races
as there were a couple kids with fevers that needed to be cared for.
Hosperlinda, the oldest child that goes to Maranatha and has become my little
sister begs me to race with her. I haven't done a whole lot of
running or really any movement since I was sick. But her pleading puppy
eyes are to much to deny and so off we go running around the pool. I was able
to run which felt absolutely amazing during the race (not so much after) but
running alongside my little sister both of us taunting the other one as we ran
and laughing was much needed and a little prayer of thanks went up in the
Haitian heat.
The wooden benches had been moved for cleaning
and James and I had the idea to try and do musical chairs… with benches. We got
James ipod and speaker and explained the game to the kids. Last one to sit down
is out and the game began! The kids caught on very quickly and there was lots
of laughter and dancing as the kids marched around the benches.
At 12 their afternoon classes start
and they're divided again into three classes to work and
James and I are on lunch break for an hour and a half. The day seems so
much longer than it is and so much happens in those few hours that when lunch
comes around sitting down and eating something sounds
like you've just won the lottery. Don't get me wrong
I love working with the kids but it does take more out of you than
you realize.
The kids wake up and have a snack of
crackers and water before heading in for afternoon assembly where James tells
the children a Bible story while Rehuel translates for him, the other teachers
and I hold as many kids on and around us as we can while making sure children
are not messing with things they shouldn’t. The kids generally listen well but
we all have our days where we can’t sit still and when there’s 80 kids
that can't sit still a lot of grace is needed; which God always
provides but we don't always tap into.
After another prayer children head to the
front yard and play on the swings, kick balls, chase each other or curl up in
our laps as they wait for their parents to come and arrive. It used
to be hard to let the kids go home; not knowing where they're going to or knowing
and not liking it. But if God has taught me anything it's that He does not just
live here at Maranatha; He goes home with the children as well. He cares for
them, looks out for them and always brings them back no matter what virus
strikes.
I've been more than blessed to be a part
of this organization and to see the ups and downs of running a preschool and
life in general on this little island. These children are so very smart and
well behaved they humble me on a daily basis. I look forward to what God has in
store for the future!
