Gifts from CRIBS volunteers.I went with my mom to CRIBS this afternoon to bring some stuff for the babies. This time we brought stuff which came from my mom's friends. Our biggest thanks to them for helping out! :) I'm hoping that the next time we visit, we'd be tagging along more sacks of diapers and cereals from our friends or, even better, they'd be joining us in spending a couple of hours.
We usually go to CRIBS during the weekends and it's barely filled with volunteers. Sometimes there'd be people from Ateneo and La Salle (well, I suppose) doing their outreach. Other than them, there would just be maybe a couple of volunteers. This Sunday, the whole place was filled with people: barkadas, people from institutions, families and a number of people who just came from the a Christmas Party held at the adjacent home for the sexually-abused. So when I stepped in, there were around 5 volunteers inside the babies' (those almost a year old) room and most of the babies were crawling on the floor. Some of the other volunteers were also sprawled on the floor with some toddlers watching Barney. They were so cute and despite the perplexity in their eyes, you could tell they were very much happy to have people around, carrying them, playing with them and most of all hugging them. :)
Those babies always remind me of nieces and nephews. I wonder how they were at that very moment I was with babies from other families. But it was more of curiousity than worry. Unlike the kids I was with this afternoon, my nieces and nephews could either be in the comforts of their own homes or somewhere else in this continent. Thing is, they've got someone to hug them every given day. They need no visitors whatsoever to get some affection. Heck, they'd even try to drive you away when you get all so gigil with them.
CRIBS babies are entirely different. They yearn for you. The moment my mom opened the door Angel, a year-old baby, was calling her from her crib. My mom went to her and Angel suddenly raised her arms asking to be carried. My mom wasn't able to play with the rest of the babies Nor even go to other rooms because Angel won't let ther go. She kept on sleeping on her shoulders and cry whenever mom tries to put her down. She even hurt herself throwing tantrums, forcing my mom to pick her up again. The warmth they get from strangers are exceptional. They don't know us and they probably never will get to know each one who carries them. All they want is a hug, touch... any gesture that will give them warmth. Feel their need for affection once they start touching you with their little hands and giving you tight a hug.
On a cold and chilly season like Christmas, these babies need our hugs more. The CRIBS home would also filled with warmth, figuratively and technically, if there are more people paying the babies a visit. Volunteers are not required to bring anything other than their sincere care for the babies. :)(: More so, we can try to give them a home for the holidays. CRIBS actually allow foster parents to take care of a baby for a period of time. It would probably be the best gift we can give to a very young stranger. :)
We usually go to CRIBS during the weekends and it's barely filled with volunteers. Sometimes there'd be people from Ateneo and La Salle (well, I suppose) doing their outreach. Other than them, there would just be maybe a couple of volunteers. This Sunday, the whole place was filled with people: barkadas, people from institutions, families and a number of people who just came from the a Christmas Party held at the adjacent home for the sexually-abused. So when I stepped in, there were around 5 volunteers inside the babies' (those almost a year old) room and most of the babies were crawling on the floor. Some of the other volunteers were also sprawled on the floor with some toddlers watching Barney. They were so cute and despite the perplexity in their eyes, you could tell they were very much happy to have people around, carrying them, playing with them and most of all hugging them. :)
Those babies always remind me of nieces and nephews. I wonder how they were at that very moment I was with babies from other families. But it was more of curiousity than worry. Unlike the kids I was with this afternoon, my nieces and nephews could either be in the comforts of their own homes or somewhere else in this continent. Thing is, they've got someone to hug them every given day. They need no visitors whatsoever to get some affection. Heck, they'd even try to drive you away when you get all so gigil with them.
CRIBS babies are entirely different. They yearn for you. The moment my mom opened the door Angel, a year-old baby, was calling her from her crib. My mom went to her and Angel suddenly raised her arms asking to be carried. My mom wasn't able to play with the rest of the babies Nor even go to other rooms because Angel won't let ther go. She kept on sleeping on her shoulders and cry whenever mom tries to put her down. She even hurt herself throwing tantrums, forcing my mom to pick her up again. The warmth they get from strangers are exceptional. They don't know us and they probably never will get to know each one who carries them. All they want is a hug, touch... any gesture that will give them warmth. Feel their need for affection once they start touching you with their little hands and giving you tight a hug.
On a cold and chilly season like Christmas, these babies need our hugs more. The CRIBS home would also filled with warmth, figuratively and technically, if there are more people paying the babies a visit. Volunteers are not required to bring anything other than their sincere care for the babies. :)(: More so, we can try to give them a home for the holidays. CRIBS actually allow foster parents to take care of a baby for a period of time. It would probably be the best gift we can give to a very young stranger. :)
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