Her name is Fedelis. She is 7 years old and lives in Kenya. There are two children in her family, and her mom sometimes works as a farmer. Her birthday is the day after Marin’s.
She is the child we are sponsoring through Compassion.
We all piled on my bed on Friday night, talking about it, looking at children waiting for sponsors. My older daughters had lots of questions, many of which were hard to answer. I don’t want to burden their little hearts. But I don’t want to gloss things too much, either.
I have a lot of mixed feelings, still, about Compassion, about “choosing” a child, about basically giving the child food and other resources in return for Christianity.
But I can’t stop thinking about Fedelis. Is she ok? Has she learned she is sponsored yet? Did she eat something today? Is she safe? Is she cold? Kate asked me the same question as we ate breakfast this morning. “Do you think Fedelis is hungry?” she said, as she chewed thoughtfully.
I had to say “yes”.
Lice. We don’t have them. Yet. I guess it can take 10 days to 2 weeks? But I’ve been looking at little scalps and have not been seeing any activity. So. There’s that.
The mom of those girls DID call me. I think she was so mortified by it that it took her awhile to work up the nerve. After I talked to her, I felt like an ass for being so grumpy about it all. I was totally not being sensitive to how having head lice was making her feel…
Also, I was wrong about her kids playing here that afternoon. I’ve since learned that as long as they’ve had the treatment for 10 minutes (or whatever the package says) they are fine to return to school/activities etc. They chose to keep her home for that whole day, but they did not NEED to…
So while my head is itching- still (right now, in fact)- every time the subject comes up, I feel bad about how I reacted. I mean, I DON’T want head lice, that much is still TRUE, but I didn’t need to be so whiny about it.
Talk about 1st world problems.
This weekend was perfectly lovely. Friends, dinner, church, lunch date, a little shopping, projects, spring toys out, walks, more friends, happy outside children…
We are warm, fed, comfortable, independent, happy… we are wealthy, by the world’s standards. We really are among the luckiest people on the planet. I’m starting to learn that appreciating that is more effective that feeling guilty for it.
And I can’t help wondering if Fedelis safe.