Airline delays at Nairobi, meant the 100 members of our
family who had been up at the crack of dawn to make the 180 minute journey to
meet them had to wait, but no-one , not even the tiniest child, complained.
Their Mama and Papa were coming home at last and, after eight months, what did
an extra hour matter?
Their welcome raised the roof. Mombasa Airport was left in no doubt that some very special people had arrived.
Skype has served them well over their many months of
enforced exile, giving the children the
reassurance of seeing and talking to their Mama and Papa, but nothing can ever
match the warmth of a hug from mum or dad.
Her name couldn’t have been better chosen. This weekend has been one of joy unbounded.
Mama and Papa were already so, so, happy to be home to their
own huge Happy House family where Mama has instilled that every one of our
girls believes in herself, where girl power is a real and tangible force.
“Now we not only have girl power, we are growing our own,’’
joked Mama, as she cuddle baby Joy at Torfiq hospital yesterday when she, Papa and Auntie Libby called in to meet the new addition and to congratulate proud parents, Rose and Fred..
For children
existing in dire and frightening circumstances, hopeless, until Mama completed
her Happy House where they could have a good life, a happy childhood, where
putting hope into the hearts of children is the ultimate goal.
Mama’s Happy House kids, love their Mama with all their
hearts. Their Papa, too. They are the
people who have given them an wonderful home with love, family and stability. Wherever,
whoever they are, every Happy House child is loved, totally and
unconditionally.
Baby Joy |
Mama with baby Joy |
New mum Rose |
They had been told that Mama was still getting better after
her ma ssive hip operation, and showed concern and love by waiting to be hugged.
Determined to walk
out of the airport without crutches, Mama chose to push a baggage trolley and
what happened?
Just as she had predicted, some little person, eager to help,
took charge of her trolley leaving her high and dry until her crutches were
located!Back at the Happy House, to more greetings, a special lunch and cake, and the the sound of children singing reverberated from every corner.
The two missing pieces of the Happy House jigsaw were in place once more.
Mama and Papa were back where they belong – HOME.