Reflections of a Kids First Traveler: Veronica Thibodeau
In February 2010, Veronica Thibodeau joined a group of Cultural Care staff and LCCs on a visit to our Kids First partner in Cape Town, South Africa, CHOSA. Here are some reflections from, in her words, a life altering experience:
Do you have children? Young siblings? Nephews, nieces that you love and care for? Friends’ kids that you adore, spoil and baby-sit for?
I am a mother of two children who live what I now consider a privileged life. They get a monthly toy. I drive them to school. They are healthy, socially and academically ahead of the curve. They have big dreams and goals, yet they are kids – playing safely in our neighborhood with their friends. Every day they have breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner. Sometimes dinner is looked at with disapproval: “Mom, I don’t like it, do I have to eat my veggies?” (Said with a whiny, complaining voice)
However, this is not about me, nor about my children. This piece is about the children I met in the harshest environment in shanty homes in the middle of the townships in Cape Town, South Africa.
During the Apartheid Era, blacks were evicted from properties that were in areas designated as “white only” and forced to move in to townships. As you drive down dusty roads in the scorching heat and look around you, you will see aluminum containers serving as homes for millions of people in the “suburbs” of Cape Town. We visited Khayelitsha, a home to 2 million people. The population is very young, fewer then 7% of its residents are over 50 years old and over 40% are under 19 years of age.
This is where I met them - the abandoned, orphaned and rejected children. Many of them sexually and physically abused. They had been dropped off to safe houses in hopes that someone would look after them. HIV and tuberculosis is more common than not. Material possessions are non-existent. A bed is a luxury; clothing is available to a bare minimum. Toys? A leftover tire…
One would think that this is where depression has it’s headquarter. It would make sense to see hopelessness, anger and despair. To my absolute surprise, I saw the opposite and that to me, was a life altering moment. It was very humbling to be greeted by children running with arms open wide embracing us without restriction or prejudice. Beautiful innocent eyes looked straight in to my eyes and even though I could not speak their language, I could still understand that those eyes reflected joy, strength, endurance, resilience and hope.
Yes, there was poverty. But is fortune was measured in hope, love and joy – then I spent time with billionaires! The kids were definitely materially broken, sick with HIV and tuberculosis, abused and abandoned but still had the most beautiful smiles.
I realized then, that the richest moments in life is when you give. We were able to give things that money can buy, in return we received gifts that were life altering. I have not been able to forget the smiles, the innocent eyes that sadly, have seen more tragedy already in life then I hopefully will never experience. These children are strong. What they need, we can provide. All our efforts of fund raising actually do help. Every donation made, will make a huge difference in one child’s life. One by one, we can help making this a better world.
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