Smile
by Sharalee March
Today was our second full day in Haiti, and it was water
truck day. While I thought yesterday was amazing, today was even more amazing. Yesterday
we interacted with people, but it felt rushed as we moved from place to place.
I desired so deeply to know the “story” of each person I smiled at or hugged. The
language barrier got in the way for me too often. I was stuck trying to find
the right words. Today I decided to use the little bit of Creole that I had
obtained, and then resort to using the universal language if all else failed:
sign language and facial gestures. Today I connected with the beautiful people
of Haiti and learned a chapter of one mama’s story.
At our final water stop, just after we had emptied the truck
of water and we were able to say our good-byes, a sweet young mama greeted me
with a smile. My friend Maddie was holding a beautiful baby girl, and the mama
proudly told me that the baby belonged to her. We figured out together using
our common language, that she was 9 months old. She said this was her first
baby. I said “ belle” and the mama
glowed with pride, and she asked me if I was a mama. “Yes,” I told her, “I have
three boys.” I wanted to tell her to enjoy this time in her life with her
little one yet so small, just like other wise mamas once told me. I didn’t even
consider her surroundings when I thought that. My heart couldn’t go there as I
pondered the crib she probably didn’t have to lay her daughter in. But her glowing
smile told me she loved her little one and that she was enjoying it. Even in Cite Soleil a mama can enjoy her little
one. I had a glimpse of God’s hope for the world in the joy in her eyes.
She was able to ask me “mom” questions. Did I nurse my babies?
How old were they? When I showed her how
tall my three boys are, she didn’t seem to believe it. We kept going. How many
teeth did her little one have? She had 2 front teeth and they shown through her
glowing smile. Her baby was healthy and content. Just like my own little boys,
the little girl loved to chew on her mama’s shoulder as she was teething and she
was busy crawling all over the place. Once again, the realization of what she was
crawling all over set in. I saw the mama’s understanding that yes, her little
one was “busy” just like my boys were and we understood one another with a
giggle and some zooming fingers motioning what a busy little baby looks like.
Connection for me is getting to the place where I can smile
with a person and they smile back with understanding. I didn’t need to know the
language. I had no other words for the mama other than that her baby girl was
belle. Beautiful. She was a baby just like mine once were. I loved my babies,
and still do. This mama was beautiful. She glowed with pride as I asked her
about her baby. I glow with pride for my boys. We are both mamas, worlds apart,
but we share a story. I had a glimpse of a chapter in her life. I don’t
remember her name, and that kills me, but I look forward to meeting her again
some day either in this life or the next when I can learn the rest of her
story.
If I look forward to anything this week, it is when I will get
to learn a chapter of at least one other person’s story. And through sharing
joy and gaining understanding of the stories of the people of Haiti, I will
know I have been in Haiti. God is good. I am so glad I obeyed and left my world
to come here. Haiti is everything that everyone has told me and even more. God
is here and he is alive!
The song, “How deep the Father’s love for us,” is running
through my heart. No matter how hard I try, I cannot fathom the depth, but I
saw it in the eyes of the mama in a very tangible way. I am so thankful that I
serve a God whose love is “beyond all measure”.
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