The Halfway Point

We made it halfway.  These two weeks have flown by, and I can't even begin to imagine leaving in just two more.  We just got here.  We have so much to do.  We need more time.  I even got a little teary-eyed at the orphanage thinking about it today.  There was a group having a little fiesta for the kids.  First up, the pinata.  My babies, Juan and Sofia, were outside today and instantly glued themselves to me.  The older kids were taking turns hitting the pinata.  As you can imagine, some close calls and fights erupted.  I kept Sofia and Juan close to me, so they would not get trampled by the mob.  One of the translators said to me, "let them go."  I couldn't.  I could not let my babies risk their lives in the battle with the older kids for the candy.  But, I let them go.  They were fine.  They got their favorite "bom boms" (suckers) and marshmallows.  We all ate some cake and drank some coke.  All was well.  However, I could not help feeling like a mom in some way.  I was the one taking care of them.  I was making sure they were safe and happy.  It broke my heart to think about having to leave them in two weeks.  What am I going to do?