Mike McClain
On Friday, several of us visited the Home for Sick and Dying
Children. It was the most tender,
humbling and heart-wrenching day of this trip for me. My two oldest sons, Ryan and Alec, were part
of the group that went also. Watching
those 17 year old boys love on the tiniest, weakest babies was amazing and I
fought tears the entire time. Many of
the “mamas and papas” of these sweet children came during the short visiting hours
that were allowed. It was precious to
watch the babies light up as much as they could when they saw their
parents.
As I held one tiny, sick and
very lethargic baby girl and her dad arrived to hold her, I loved knowing that
he saw her being held and treasured. When
she reached out her arms to him, it was overwhelming. I didn’t count the number of babies and
toddlers but there must have been at least 60.
The staff and volunteers were amazing and kept things running smoothly,
but there are only so many arms to hold them.
We held and fed all that we could, and as hard as it was, we had to put
them back in their cribs and say good-bye when our time was up. We have 10 teenagers with us on this trip and
every one of them has been amazingly flexible, humble and giving of
themselves. I have no doubt that this
experience will have a lasting impact on us all. I am thankful to Sarah for reminding me that
as a family, it is great to show our sons – this is who we are meant to be.
Tracey McClain
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