I found myself doing something I never thought I would do again. Something that was a central part of my life for many years but I was pretty confident that season of life was over.
There I stood in the baby aisle of the grocery store placing nappies (diapers), formula, aqueous cream (lotion), teething gel and wipes in my grocery cart.
No, I did not have a baby (much to my children’s chagrin) and no, I am not pregnant (also to my children’s chagrin) it is what we refer to as one of those African surprises.
A 6-8 month (not sure of the exact age) baby boy was dropped on my helper, Lizzy’s doorstep.
It is claimed that the boy is her grandson and for reasons we assume to be the mother’s inability to provide for the boy or him being viewed as one of life’s accidents and intrusions the mother abandoned her boy. So sad!
Now Lizzy, the supposed grandmother, who barely makes ends meet each month has her grandson to look after. She named him Kamohelo, which means “appreciated one”. Her reasoning… she is grateful at least the mother left the boy with someone who will care for him and did not destroy him, which is unfortunately common in the African culture.
Liz stays with us most evenings so this little guy now does too. So wild having a baby around again….my children could not be more thrilled. Tori decided Kamohelo was too hard to remember (I agree) so she’s named him “Conner”.
We are not sure what will happen with “Conner” and are processing things through the best we know how with Lizzy. So please pray for wisdom and discernment on how the Franzenfam can best help these two and pray for her to figure out a permanent solution for this little guy.
My four year old asked, “Why can’t we just keep him”….oh, if the decision was just that simple.
Such is life in Africa; you never know what the day may bring or what may be left on your doorstep.