Boys and young men's clothing:
~ Pants - Sizes: I don't really know, but think small. None of our boys are probably taller than 5' 8" and are all thin.
* Nice jeans, dress pants, and work pants
~ Dress shirts - Long Sleeve, Sizes: Adult Small and smaller
~ T-shirts (adult small and smaller)
~Small gifts for birthdays (ages 7-18)
Girls and Young Women's clothing
~ Training bras, Sports bras and bras (32-36 A, & 36 B)
~ Fancy Ball gown(s) for quinceaƱeras (Again think small both short and thin)
~Small birthday gifts (age 3 and ages 7-18)
Recreation Department:
Paint (Acrylic, tempera, watercolor, face etc... for art projects)
Art kits
Craft Supplies
Scrapbook supplies
Liquid Glue
Glue Sticks (acid free)
Double sided tape
Big rolls of clear packaging tape
Scotch Tape
Masking Tape
Duct Tape
Markers
Crayons
Colored Pencils
Beads
String
Twine
Yarn
Decks of Cards
Construction Paper
Hula Hoops
Soccer Balls
Kites
Trinkety toys for prizes (think dollar store)
Truly anything art, craft or fun game type things you can think of
School:
Books in Spanish: Particularily chapter books for grades 4 and up especially high school
Spanish English Dictionaries
Construction Paper
Paint
Glue
Pencils
Erasers
Crayons
Markers
Colored Pencils
Hula Hoops
Any sort of school supply or teaching aid (in Spanish) you can think of
Clinic:
Ibuprofen (children and adult)
Cough Drops
Tylenol (children and adult)
Basic cold meds
Vitamins (children, women, pre-natal, men)
Tums
Pepto
Think over-the-counter things you'd keep at home
About Me
- Katherine
- Catholic. Photographer. Writer. Producer. Videographer. Editor. Spanish speaker. Passionate about travel, culture and giving you a platform to tell your life story. Firm believer that peppermint dark chocolate and autumn hikes can make any day amazing!
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Queens of the kitchen
So I invited Kimberly and Brittani (sisters 9 & 8) to cook dinner with Tiffany and I the other night. On the walk over to our house Kimberly was super excited since it was her first time cooking dinner at the missionary house. Brittani then began sharing her insider knowledge of how things operate at our house since she proudly said it was her third time cooking with us. "You should see how they pass things," Brittani said to her older sister. Referring to the fact that during meals our table is more like a air hockey table. Then she sheepishly asks, "Kit, can we eat hot sauce?" "Sure, if you want." EEEEhehehehe came their excited giggles. Brittani then in all her wisdom tells Kimberly... "You can even pour your own water." I just smiled as I imagined that actually being a disaster since our container of water weighs about as much as she does. Kimberly now sort of quite and pensive asked the question that you could tell was really on her mind. "Kit, can we talk (during dinner)." I stifled back my laughter knowing their house parents make them finish eating before they can talk. "Yes, Kimberly you can talk while we eat." That pretty much made me the coolest special friend ever. I love these girls so much. Please keep them and their siblings in your prayers.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Celebrating 26 years!
I don't want this to come out the
wrong way, but it seems a stretch to have titled this celebrating
26 years. 25 was a big deal and
we did some pretty memorable stuff last year that is hard to top. I
can hardly believe it has been a year with how fast life has flown
by. It's been a beautiful year filled with challenges, growth,
friendships and fun times. Just last night we had a “slumber party”
until midnight with the girls to watch movies and celebrate
Valentine's Day. Now I am relaxing after a hot shower as I sit in the
Cabana I've rented at the nearby resort. Heck, it's pretty incredible
to not be spending my birthday in the deathly cold. Life could
definitely be a lot more difficult. That said though life isn't
always a walk on the beach either.
The reason I say celebrating may be a stretch is simply that life has become too hectic and too restricted mainly from factors outside our control for anyone in the community to feel they can leave the fence to come spend part of the day here at T-Bay. I feel very blessed that I have one “vacation” day to be able to get away from some of the stress of living at work. It's more than a little unhealthy though that to get a day “off” we have to plan a vacation day.
We hear it from
people all the time when they first hear about our mission or come to
visit. They ask, “So when is your day off?” or “So when do you
leave?” As in what time do you go home each day. We stifle back our
jaded laughter and simply explain, “Actually that is our house
right over there. We live and work here.” No one ever said our
mission is easy or without sacrifice, and so each day we lift
ourselves out of bed praying that today will be the day when calm
returns and that the next storm isn't directly on it's heels.
If that sounds a
bit dramatic it might be. However, sometimes it takes a child's
wisdom to help us see that life isn't so tough. My special friend 8
year old Caterin and I were talking about a family that had come to
visit The Finca with donations. I don't recall exactly how it came
up, but if I remember correctly she asked something about why that
family didn't speak Spanish. I said something about how they don't
live in Honduras, but were just visiting. Then came her response
wrapped in wisdom that comes from saying far too many goodbyes.
“Pero, ustedes no viven aca.” Translated word for word she said,
“But you guys (the missionaries) don't live here.” Translated
into reality, “So you think that because you speak Spanish you've
got life here figured out.” Talk about a reality check!
I was slightly
offended and said to her, “But Cati we do live here. We live at The
Finca with you guys.” But I knew she was right. It is so humbling
in a way that leaves you empty and searching for more to give only
sto realize that even when we've given of ourselves to what feels
like the last drop it is not going to change reality.
The reality is
that each of our children have lived through and continue to deal
with things that my worst dreams cannot conjure.
The reality is
that 27 months (or sometimes longer) is a drop in the ocean of what
our children need.
Even though as
much as I egotistically would like to think that I will always be a
part of each of their lives the reality is they know better.
The reality is
that although we may try to give them back childhoods once stolen it
is not us who can do that.
The reality is
that only Christ working through each of us can heal their lives.
Despite the
reality as Cati pointed out I am not Honduran or truly living here
the one thing I can give is God's love and the reality is that he
will never leave.
All I ask for my
birthday is please keep our children, staff, neighbors and our
mission in your prayers.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)