This was the first year I have spent Christmas without my parents. I was a bit upset about it and during church on Sunday, as I thought of them my eyes teared up. I miss them more than they know. I sometimes wish they lived closer, but if it weren’t for them living in Honduras I’m sure I wouldn’t have started my journey with DAR Project. On Friday my mom told me she was cooking masses of food to take to a small village where the people have nothing, it made my selfish thoughts of wanting to be with them go away. My Mom and Dad are my heroes. They have the most beautiful hearts and it’s because of them that I have this deep desire to DO SOMETHING. After their trip to feed this small village with their friends and family, my mom called me. She said to me, “Monchi, if I help you during your consignment sale, will you promise to give me all your clothing and shoe donations to send to these children?” She was asked numerous times by the children if they had any clothes or shoes…it’s beyond heart breaking.
That was all I needed to hear. So to all of the Consignment Mommies who donate to us, your clothing and shoe donations for the Spring/Summer consignment season will go to these precious faces in the pictures above and below. I can’t be more proud of my family and friends in Honduras. They exemplify the true meaning of Christmas.