The day before my freshman year, my mother passed away. She was a woman of complete and absolute love and beauty. My sisters and I look back on our time with our mother with nothing but happiness and joy.
She instilled within us the importance of approaching the world with an insatiable desire to learn and grow. While going to El Salvador, I put her teaching at the forefront of my mind.
Ignacia, my host mom in La Hacienda, is a stoic beauty. Her eyes could simultaneously give you the chills and warm your heart to the point of melting with a single glance. She is the mother of two incredibly wise and loving girls.
Gloria and Margarita are two girls who if you had the privilege of meeting them, would instantly see the pervasiveness to which their light could reach. The wisdom that exuded from every little action they committed, reverberated and brought joy to everyone around them.
My first interaction with Gloria was her reminding me to fill up my water bottle before going out, and if it were raining both the girls would do their best to assure we had an umbrella and clothing that would keep us warm and comfortable. After a day of working in the corn fields, fertilizing the crops and a vigorous soccer tournament Patrick and I were seemingly dead to the world.
Ignacia was locking up the chicken pen for the night when the lights started to turn off. I was already half asleep when I felt a blanket cascade across my body. Ignacia had noticed that I was sleeping only with a towel, and without me asking had automatically stepped in to ensure I would be comfortable. This small interaction lead me to think back to the time my mother would do that for me.
The love a mother has for her child is one that is everlasting and has no limits. The love I felt from Ignacia that night was a mothers love, a love that I haven’t felt for three years. It is in those small expressions of love where we can begin to grow and encounter each other. Finally, allowing ourselves to see all the beautiful forms that humanity is capable of taking.