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Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

She Lets Her Hair Down

I picked up my sister from gymnastics the other day. I got there fifteen minutes early to watch her run, jump, and fly through the air. As I weaved through the gym moms to find a seat, she yelled "Sissy!" across the gymnasium. Sure enough, there she was in her leopard print leotard, waving her hands fanatically. I hadn't showered, wore no make up, and was wearing mom jeans (mom jeans: n. high, loose jeans), and yet she was willing to advertise our relationship. She loves and adores without shame or condition.

The girls had to do an exercise in 15 seconds and as hard as she tried, Mia did it in 20 and needed to do it a second time. I could tell she was holding in tears. I know how badly that competitive 10 year old wanted success, and I know how crushed she was when she didn't reach it. She puts her whole heart into everything she does, not afraid of heartache.

On the way home we chewed gum and sang our favorite songs. I knew she was in Heaven. Corinne Bailey's song "Put Your Records On" sounded from the speakers. I told her that that song reminded me of her because of when Corinne sings about having a pretty afro hair do, just like Mia's. In reality, that song reminds me of her because of the theme about letting your hair down and loving life. My sister lives her days true to who she is and without fear. She keeps no walls or masks up. Mia lives with her hair down.

I found I have a few things to learn from her.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

My sister is prettier than yours.

Photo: Sara Purdy Photography
Lyric: Priscilla Ahn, Dream
Editing: Me

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Madi

Today, Madi walked in the room, following her daddy, wearing a Red Sox t-shirt and sporting 3D glasses with the lenses popped out. "That's what makes them cool," she told me.

Madi is a life-loving spirit who love Jesus immensely. She likes to make people laugh, refuses to be girlie, dislikes the color pink with a raging passion, and is an awesome hugger. I adore when she lets her strong exterior become transparent and loves in a heart-melting fashion.

Her life is full of music, and it plays out beautifully through her. She made a drum set out of plastic boxes and hard-cover books today, playing them quite convincingly. Her guitar is a popular subject of conversation when we're together, and she has a beautiful singing voice (although she doesn't sing for people, unfortunately).

Whenever I daydream about having a daughter someday, I used to dream of a beautiful girl who would wear a pink tu-tu with every outfit. Now, thanks to lovely Madi, I also think of a gorgeous girl in a baseball tee with wild bobbed hair, banging boxes with drum sticks.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.” ~ Elizabeth Lawrence

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Restavecs: Haiti's Hidden Slave Children

This is a paper I just finished writing for my college geography class about the Restavek system in Haiti. Within me I know that this story must be told for those kids in Haiti suffering right now. I know it is long, but please read, and please share.

In Port-au-Prince, Haiti, a month after the devastating earthquake that shook the nation even lower to its knees, Melila Thelusma is living in a tent with her two daughters of eleven and six years of age. Melila is desperate for basic necessities to live as the rainy season has begun to beat down on the tent that houses her and her daughters. This woman is so helpless that she is willing to give her daughters away to make sure that they not only survive, but receive a promising future. Even in the most heinous time of her life, however, she would give her daughters to a foreigner before giving them to a wealthier Haitian within the country. “Not a Haitian family. Haitians will make them suffer. They … force the child to work like an animal. They don't really care for them,” Melila states (Loney, par. 1). What this woman was referring to is Haiti's restavec system. Melila realizes that even though there is a common belief that the restavec system is for the benefit of Haiti's children, this system is child slavery and ultimately for the sake of the “hosts” or masters.The word restavec comes from the Haitian Creole word restavek, meaning “one who stays with” (Restavec, par. 4). When a parent chooses to give a child away, in most cases because of the lack of ability to provide for them, the child will go live with a family, most likely never to see his or her birth family again. With that single decision by the parent, the child then becomes a part of the restavec system. The new family, or host family will treat the restavec child as a domestic slave. Weighted upon the heavy load of chores, these children are often abused verbally, physically, or sexually -- if not all of the above (Restavec, par. 5).

A restavec's day begins before the sun rises and ends after the sunset hits the ground. A long listof chores are to be done each day in unhealthy environments. At least one in ten children in Haiti are restavecs, doing domestic chores all day without money, scarcely receiving food, and then retreating to the floor to sleep. Household tasks are to be done such as cleaning the house, fetching water (far heavier than any adult would be comfortable carrying), and serving to every member of the host family. Restavecs are also required to serve children who are younger than themselves, and refer to them as madam and monsieur. Many of the wives and mothers in the host families have raved about how useful restavecs are in their homes, as if talking about a new kitchen appliance, because restavec children complete the most work around the house (Restavec: Slavery, par. 9).


Not all children leave their families to live with wealthier ones. Many poorer families take in restavecs because they cannot afford to hire and pay a house maker of an adult age. In these situations, the restavec child is fed less, is living in poorer conditions, and the work load is multiplied. Not only does the amount of work increase, but abuse of all kinds are more frequent and more painful. While wounded and scarred, the restavec child, working and sleeping in even worse conditions that the hosts already are, is more prone to infection and disease.


Restavecs who are told to walk the host family's children to school, are to walk straight back to the home, as many restavec children do not receive an education. Even if a restavec child is attending school, it is usually to a school of low standards and quality, and they are usually too old for their grade level. In the end, restavecs don't usually graduate, because an education is not permitted to become the main focus of their lives. Instead, their list of chores and beatings take up most of their time and thoughts during the day. They are not given a fair opportunity to succeed (Restavec, par. 8).


Why does this pattern of children loosing their childhood to a life of abuse continue?Unfortunately, many excuses have been fabricated. One reason is the idea that this is Haitian culture (Restavec: Slavery, par. 8). It is Haitian culture for parents to send their children to other extended relatives living far away. It is a common practice for housing to be shared among extended family.


However, what a lot of parents fail to conclude before they send their sons and daughters away is the possible danger the children might be placed in, even just by living with other family members. The beatings, sexual harassment, and verbal abuse is not and should not be Haitian culture. Another justification as to why the restavec system lives on is because authorities do not intervene. Restavec children are seen as property, not laboring children; therefore, even adults aware of the situation refuse to assist the abused child (Haitian Kids, par. 5). Restavecs choose not to attempt at running away from their hosts in fear of being beaten and abused, demonstrating yet another parallel to slavery.


Restavec children not only lose their freedom of living as other kids around them do, but they also lose any chance at an exceptional future. Restavecs grow up being told that they are not allowed to display any “emotions without fear or reprisal” (Haitian Kids, par. 6). They live their early years with no voice of their own, believing that their opinions are equal to those of an animal that sleeps on the same floor on which they sleep. Hosts allowing restavecs to eat at the table is unheard of. One restavec child, as he sang along for his host family's birthdays, was lead to believe that restavecs have no birthday and he had no concept of how old he was (Haiti 'Restavec,' par. 19). Usually at the age of fifteen, hosts will decide that they are done with “their” restavec and, if the child is lucky, release the restavec child out onto the streets to fend for themselves. In other cases, however, the child could be raped or killed when their work is no longer wanted. With no education, and probably suffering from numerous physical and emotional disorders, the child is left to search through years of abuse and heart ache for his or her future.


It should be said that not all children in Haiti who are sent by parents to live with a more fortunate family are abused. The term restavek is used for the abused child. However, timoun ki rete kay moun is Haitian Creole for “child who stays in a person's house,” referring to those children who are not abused by host families (Restavec, par. 4). There are families in Haiti who simply feel a call to help a child in need. In these environments, the host family focuses on the child and the child's well-being (Restavec: Slavery, par 9). This is how the system is supposed to work. Ideally, a parent who cannot take care of his or her child because of lack of money or resources sends the child to a family who can provide him or her with nourishing food, an education, and a safe, clean place to sleep. However, the restavec system now resembles slavery and not an opportunity for a more promising life ahead.


The many hosts who do not abuse their restavec children do not out number, nor excuse those who do. One restavec girl explains that one day when she broke the heel on her shoe, her hosts beat her with their sandals. Accompanying the beating, the hosts singed her chest and arms with with broken electrical wire, scarring her so that she “would remember” (Haiti's Forgotten, par 9). One restavec professed that she was told to stand on her knees upon a bed of rocks with a heavy rock in her hands high above her head. A thirteen year old girl shared that she was covered in hairspray and then lit on fire after being sexually assaulted. To say that the restavec system is helpful to the children of Haiti is as plausible as encouraging the abuse of young children, usually girls under the age of nine years old (Haiti's Forgotten, par. 10).


Haiti is a nation that was founded upon a successful slavery rebellion. Heartrendingly, out of the eight million residents in Haiti, three hundred thousand of them are children in the restavec system today (Haiti's Forgotten, par. 1). Because of the lack of resources and poverty, there are not abundant opportunities for Haiti to rid itself of the restavec system. It has been recognized that as the poverty rises, so does the child slavery. The recent imprisonment of ten American missionaries because of their attempt to bring thirty-three Haiti children over the border to the Dominican Republic reenforces this observation. Although awareness of the restavec system has risen during the past decade, children are still being treated as slaves, just like their ancestors. This way of life is harming children to an unfathomable degree, severing families, and only pleasing and fueling the host's hearts of hatred. Being abused, uneducated, and thieved of their well-deserved childhood is a life no child should have to experienced; however, this is the life which a myriad of Haiti's children live everyday.

(photos from angela fairfield)

Go to the Restavek Foundation's website to see how you can donate your treasure and time to the restavec children of Haiti.