Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A Legit, Smart, Dignified Hand Up -- Haitian Families First!

Stolen from the "Haitian Families First" website:
"  .  .  .  families still overcoming the devastation of their country to find employment, supply their loved ones’ most basic needs, and provide for their children’s educations  .  .  . 

Once, a woman named Junia faced this devastating reality. Junia was raising two daughters on her own after leaving their father, who was abusive to her. A cook at one of Haiti’s few beach resorts, Junia was laid off one day when the company unexpectedly downsized. With no one to help her, she thought she would have to place one of her daughters in an orphanage while she looked for work to support her other daughter. She thought she had no other choice.

But thankfully, Jamie and Ali thought differently, and offered Junia a job working for their organization. Junia not only got to keep both daughters with her, she also got to fulfill a life-long dream: to work with children. Jamie and Ali also helped Junia raise the money she needed to send her daughters to school, something many women like Junia cannot afford to do.

Although she's a busy, working single mother, Junia recently took into her care another child, Jeremie, whose mother had died giving birth to him and whose father is unknown. Jeremie needed very special care—he weighed less than 2 pounds at birth—and Junia gave it to him. She plans to adopt Jeremie because, as she told Jamie and Ali, someone helped her, and now it’s her turn." 

(http://www.haitianorphanrescue.org/our_story.html)

Here's MY two cents, whether it's worth a hill of beans  .  .  . :
Damn, they're good!  You see, a lot of children can and should stay right where they are -- with their birth families who want to raise and parent them.  Too often families lose one another due to the singular factor of poverty.  There are also some children who do actually need a chance to have a family through adoption; they legitimately need a forever family, and the causes can be any one or several of many.  This is why a small (hands-on) operation like Jamie and Ali's Haitian Families First (HFF) makes the best sense -- they get to know personally the people to whom they extend a hand.  A not-for-profit, low-overhead organization (the McMutries don't even earn a salary) is able to focus without distraction on their aim of individualized and appropriate service with dignity.

Did it stop anyone else in their tracks to read the last line of the HFF website excerpt above?  "She plans to adopt Jeremie  .  .  . "  SHE plans to!  How often do we, service-minded folks, offer to fulfill the best hopes of a parent who placed their child for adoption by joining our families and stepping in as the child's new, forever family?  Or donate money to the orphanage that houses the kids until they move to their destinations overseas?  After we've been fortunate enough to be taught, and humble enough to learn that the numbers of children left to orphanages could be reduced through serious family preservation efforts, we may channel our resources in that direction.  How astounding it is, then, to see HFF empower a step beyond even that -- a hand-up to a fellow human who now stands so firmly on her own two feet that she is already paying it forward byhelping a tiny Haitian boy have his own new family within his native homeland, and a healthy future.  Her choice.  Her power.  Her dignity.

THIS is why I am so passionate about supporting the work of Jamie and Ali McMutrie.



Sunday, November 13, 2011

Big Times for the Cluver Girls

Well, Wee Cluver Girl donned some red, white, and blue for the 11-11-11 Veterans' Day assembly at school, and despite being a bundle of nerves, performed nicely her reading part at the microphone. 




Older Sis' took to the stage in her choral part (in the Mission Band) in "Guys & Dolls Jr." for her middle school (hence the plain white blouse and black slacks -- h/t Rem & Karen), and two hours before heading out from home for the final performance, she got an uber, ginormous, shocking, can't-believe-it surprise visit from her dear Pittsburgh friend, Grace!



The Tjelmeland family was traveling from St. Louis back to Pittsburgh, and Mama Kay had prearranged with me for this delightful stop-by for the girls.  They hugged, and giggled, and talked, and hugged.  Gotta love girlfriends!  Chad and I had the chance to get to know Grace and her family and it was a really nice, relaxed two hours of interesting conversation.  Delightful!  We look forward to seeing them again when we make our way out east.

Bay and I attended the Friday night performance of Anna's play with my parents, Pap and Grandma Finch, where we encountered a family friend who is also a parent of one of my students, has a daughter in Anna's class (in the play), and younger children at the gradeschool.  She stopped to expound excitedly about Baylor's great job reading confidently, clearly, and proudly earlier in the day at the assembly;  Bay grinned and blushed excitedly.  Earlier that night, during our pre-play dinner at Panera, we ran into a couple of my parents' friends from Freeport who, by happenstance, were in this neck of the woods 2 1/2 hours from their home.  Sometimes I take better notice and pause to appreciate the people around me, around us, and it's comforting.  It grounds me, supports me, lifts me up.

Chad and the boys enjoyed the play Saturday night with Pap and Grandma Cluver, and so, for today's final performance, we did the drop-of, pick-up approach.  Reappearing at the school at the time of the final bow, I made myself available to help with tear-down and/or clean-up before leaving for home, and while I did what I was able, so many parents with power tools and know-how really make quick business of the real work.  I ran into the parents of several of the kids' friends and quite a few of my students, spent some time, in particular talking with the father and then the mother of one of Baylor's dearest gal pals.  (They have older children, also, one of whom was in the MS production.)  We smiled and shook our heads slowly as we appreciated how alike are our younger girls -- so full of energy and creativity; how they delight in each other's company.  Connections.  All of these connections that in the "to do's" of daily life I have taken not enough time to relish.

Friends from my old stomping grounds, friends in the community into which we've settled as adults, and new friends from my birthplace of Pittsburgh.  Reassuring.  Reminding.  Exploring.  Two girls at microphones -- stepping up and standing tall.  Roots and wings for the Cluver girls.  All three of us.


Saturday, November 5, 2011

Lights

Twenty-ish "burning bushes" all around the front porch are now their autumnal, vibrant red.

The sun is out!

A daughter moisturized, combed, and styled her own hair (2+hours of work) for the first time -- with (wait for IT...) positive, helper-attitude!  (ALL the angels are singing a chorus of Amen AND Allelujia on this one.  Way seriously epic proportions of hooray.)

Have I ever mentioned that I like decaf coffee? 

A son is reading aloud, alone, and with fluency and inflection "Green Eggs and Ham."  Big jump in reading skills and confidence!  (BIG smile -- from us both.)


When the big $19.99 Target investment in a daughter's wardrobe
continues  to be as big a hit once home as it was at the store. 
(And is paired happily with last year's leggings and the $7 clearance boots.)



The $5 mini-pillow-pet.  Yes, Target.  Daughter had just enough allowance saved up for "Mango."




Strangely enough, one of life's delights (to me) is evidence that "Baylor's been here."



Notice the brand-new, unsharpened condition of the pencil -- certainly so as to assure that LilyAnn doesn't make any stray marks on the beloved coloring page of Jesse.



Rainbow princess, I believe in distress. Clone Trooper, scratching his knee? 
Pumpkin Princess all "Oh, no, you dinn't." 
Ninja revival ('stume of a few years back) with throwing star injury to the right orb.



Some of the boys' "Adoption Day" gifts.