So many of the kids at the hogar have had bad things happen in their lives. The children are much safer in the orphanage than they would be on the streets and some of them are safer than they would be in their family homes. They certainly do get nutritious food at the hogar, a clean place to sleep, clean clothes, they go to school, they develop friendships and alliances and they are learning to follow rules to help them as they grow older.
One child who became very dear to me in January 2008 is a boy of about 9 years of age. Let’s call him Randy for the purposes of this story. He is such an adorable looking child… very cute face, cute smile, beautiful skin and expressive eyes. He lived with his mom and his dad in their family home in Guatemala. One day, his dad ended life as Randy knew it. Randy’s family will never be the same. Randy’s dad stabbed Randy’s mom, multiple times. Yes, he killed his wife. And guess who witnessed it all? Yep… this small, vunerable boy saw his mom stabbed and killed.
The father did get arrested and was put in jail. Randy, of course, now had no parents to live with. So, his aunt took him in. Did he get counseling and other help? Unfortunately not. The aunt kept him for a while but Randy couldn’t get a handle on his life or the past. He was acting out, fighting, having nightmares, etc. and the aunt couldn’t continue to care for him. So, he came to the hogar to live.
He had some problems in the hogar and was getting help through our staff psychologist. This child needed love and needed to know that people cared about him. One night in January, while I was there, Randy had a meltdown. In the early evening, he finished taking his shower but he developed a problem. He refused to get dressed. He was agitated and walked around with only a towel wrapped around him. He was combative and refused to leave the dorm room. He was striking out with a broom. In fact, he barricaded himself into the dorm room. I tried to get in to talk to him but I had to stay outside the locked door. After talking to him for a while through the door, and getting nowhere, I decided to ignore him. I said my goodbyes and made sure he knew it was ok to stay there. Then I left. He got dressed a short time later, came out, found me and got big hugs from me. After that, he and I had a special bond.
I can still see him sitting at the table holding a Monster Truck that he had just been given. (My friend Fran, in Illinois, shipped me 47 Collectible Monster Trucks in early November). All the kids were given these gorgeous trucks one night. My daily vision of Randy is of him sitting at his table in the dining room, a huge grin on his face and he’s admiring his new possession, his new truck. At that point, he knew that people cared about him. He felt safe. He felt love. He felt like he belonged.
I gave Randy many hugs during the 5 weeks I was there and we certainly were buddies. But that is not enough for any child. Unfortunately, in the past 3 months, the fighting and acting out continued. The orphanage does not have the staff to watch someone 24/7. He was sometimes disruptive and was becoming a problem. Sometimes he threatened other boys. Threatening other boys, picking fights and creating unsafe conditions just wasn’t acceptable as the other boys were at risk. After all, his dad had killed someone… maybe he should threaten to kill or harm someone too. His dad did.
It was time. Randy had to leave the hogar. Luckily, his aunt was willing to try again and he now lives with his aunt. I hope his nightmares are abating, I hope his days get better and I hope that he finds calm, peace and love in his life.
I am just a woman and a mom who cares deeply for him, wishes him the best and thinks about him all the time. I mentally send my hugs and kisses to this one lost child. I wish I could do more for him. I wish we could save them all.
Diane