mayson leaving mexico
I never imagined it would be a big deal for me to visit Mexico, especially for an hour or two. I was quite inaccurate in that assumption. I felt ill at ease and fearful the entire time. Not only was it scary for me to leave my home, but Mexico was extremely unsettling for me. When a four year old boy or a six year old girl comes up to me in the middle of a not so safe environment, alone, begging for money, I can't help but to have my heart break. I am so sad for the life those children live. I was astounded as we left and under the bridge were twenty or so women and children calling up to us pleading for money.
Here, if this scenerio were to face me, I would immediately assume, perhaps incorrectly, that they were cons or just lazy. I know, however, that life in Mexico is so very different. Granted I probably didn't realize how different until yesterday. We have men where I work who can come and work for my company for one month and make enough money to go home to Mexico and support thier family for six months. So I couldn't help but look below at those people and see the faces of men I have worked with at different times over the past five years and cry inside for the desperation those women must feel. How horrifying to not be able to care for your child, to meet their most basic needs. How does one ever come to peace with that, could someone? I look over at my slightly spoiled nephew asleep beside me and think about all the money I blew on him today, yesterday, all week, his three years of life. I love to do it, don't get me wrong, but did he need another bag of sand toys to play with on our one last day at the beach? Did he need another basketball, another toy car, more shoes?? I adore him and will continue to give to him, my point is that I spend money so freely, I am so quick to forget that there are so many people who have so very little. What could I be doing to help them? How can I make a difference in the desolate world that they inhabit? There has to be a way. As we crossed back over into our extremely wealthy country, we talked about how strange it is that so tiny a distance seperates such vastly different worlds. I am not doing a very good job of having a carefree vacation....oops.
Here, if this scenerio were to face me, I would immediately assume, perhaps incorrectly, that they were cons or just lazy. I know, however, that life in Mexico is so very different. Granted I probably didn't realize how different until yesterday. We have men where I work who can come and work for my company for one month and make enough money to go home to Mexico and support thier family for six months. So I couldn't help but look below at those people and see the faces of men I have worked with at different times over the past five years and cry inside for the desperation those women must feel. How horrifying to not be able to care for your child, to meet their most basic needs. How does one ever come to peace with that, could someone? I look over at my slightly spoiled nephew asleep beside me and think about all the money I blew on him today, yesterday, all week, his three years of life. I love to do it, don't get me wrong, but did he need another bag of sand toys to play with on our one last day at the beach? Did he need another basketball, another toy car, more shoes?? I adore him and will continue to give to him, my point is that I spend money so freely, I am so quick to forget that there are so many people who have so very little. What could I be doing to help them? How can I make a difference in the desolate world that they inhabit? There has to be a way. As we crossed back over into our extremely wealthy country, we talked about how strange it is that so tiny a distance seperates such vastly different worlds. I am not doing a very good job of having a carefree vacation....oops.
posted by Bttrfly1976 at 11:09 PM
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2 Comments:
It is heartbreaking. I am glad that we got to take you across even though it is disturbing and sad in many ways. Thank you for your tender heart. Good perspective and good to hear. Thanks for sharing your heart.
It is baffling how quickly we can forget the horrific needs of others in the world. Thanks for the reminder.
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