Savva Graduation

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be at Savva Orphanage for their graduation ceremony.  I felt like a proud mom who had 26 children graduating.  So many of these children I have known since they were just starting school.  Now, nine years later, they are graduating from the 9th grade and moving on to the next stage of their life.  

I was struck by their child-likeness.  They were so excited to graduate, yet terrified at the same time.  This fall, their entire life will change.  They will be separated from friends and sent to different boarding schools around the country.  They will study a trade that they have not chosen and will be influenced by those that have gone before.  There are so many bad choices that are calling their names.  They don't see a lot of graduates going before them setting an example of success.  They are an easy target for those who are looking for someone to influence.  

I remember how hard the transition to University was and I can think back on all the people in my life that were supporting and encouraging me through that time.  The staff at the orphanage try their best to prepare them for the future and give them support while they are away at college, but there is only so much you can do when there are so many students graduating each year.  I remember the fear that I dealt with as I prepared to leave my family, knowing full well that I would be back for holidays and would never not have a place at home.  When I think about these kids and the fact that many of them will be leaving the only home they know and will never return (except for day visits), it is a bit overwhelming.  I can't even begin to imagine being in their shoes.  

So, needless to say, I've struggled with a wide range of emotions these last few days.  Joy as they finish well.  Apprehension as I look ahead at what their futures could hold.  Pride as I see the kind of young men and women they have become.  Sadness as I remember the fun times we have had for years during summer camps and monthly visits and knowing that I won't ever play soccer with them again or celebrate their birthdays at Savva.  Excitement to see what their futures could hold.  Doubt as I wonder how much of a difference we actually make.  Pain when I see their individual hurts and insecurities.  Thankfulness for the times I have had with them.  

I choose to end on thankfulness because I am learning how my perspective shifts as I remember to be thankful.  I am so blessed to be able to be here and allow these children to build into my lives.  I am grateful for the moments I have had with them over the years.