It’s certainly been a challenge to be mother to numerous children from dysfunctional backgrounds, linked by the curse of poverty. Raising six children was a challenge in itself, but then to take on the responsibility of children who are each carrying scars of abuse and suffering, in a developing country, hasn’t been easy.
Though, through all the hardships of raising such children, I have learnt so much and to love unconditionally. In return, I have received love in abundance.
How wonderful for me to see each of these children grow and develop talents that would have remained untapped if they had not come into the love and security of this very big family.
I won’t lie; it’s been an incredibly hard journey, but also so satisfying now to see that the children are finally challenging themselves to become ‘the best that they can be’.
At times, when I have felt like I have failed with one child or another, due to them leaving too soon, before they reached their full potential, I am reminded that I wasn’t promised that I would see an end result, but that I was called to be part of their journey.
I was reminded of this one day when I was at an intersection in Tapachula when I heard; ‘Mamá!’, yelled out by a street kid, and was greeted with a huge smile and a kiss on the cheek, it was then that I knew that by showing love through caring for this boy, be it for a short time, still made a difference in his life. At that moment, though I was humbled, I also felt a sense of pride that I was part of his journey.
My role as a mother in this magical country called Mexico, is to love and nurture; to love these children unconditionally, and to provide each child with the security and opportunities to help them develop so that they can reach their full potential, and this, I will try to do to the best of my abilities until I am called from this world.