|He's got some serious style too.|
His appetite seems to be increasing by the day, and he downs his vitamins and anti-parasitic medicines like a champ.
He's learnt the actions for all of the English nursery rhymes I can dredge up from my memory, and babbles away endlessly - His language skills are very behind for a three year old, but he seems to be picking up new words every day, which is brilliant. He says hiya and bye-bye to everyone he meets now.
He's being lavished in attention, and absolutely loving it.
When he's being naughty and he knows it, he'll turn around and blow you a kiss and give you an adoring smile. It doesn't work (-most of the time, but sometimes you can't help but laugh)
He's smack bang in the middle of toilet training, and I can safely say that I've never had to clean up more of that delightful stuff ever in my life.
Someone has recently donated a bike, which he absolutely adores, even if he can't quite reach the pedals.
He also took quite an interest in the wax crayons and felt tip pens, and expressed this by drawing all over the walls and floor. (They are now on an out of reach shelf, and used only under careful supervision)
I'm learning an awful lot about cleaning up various substances at the minute.
I think his favourite place is the shower, because he doesn't stop grinning and laughing when he's in there. It's just catching him fast enough once he's out of there to put some clothes on him, otherwise there's a slippery naked baby dancing around the dorm .
But he's been here for nearly two weeks, and the progress he's made has been absolutely astounding.
And it breaks my heart to know that he's eventually going to have to go home.
Back to an overcrowded shack.
Back to poor nutrition and not enough food to go around.
Back to a mother whose time is stretched so thinly between 9 children and a job in the evening that she can't pay him the attention he needs.
Back to poor medical care.
Back to no running water, no real sanitation, a rudimentary at best education.
Back to no chances.
I don't want to insult his family in anyway, because I know for a fact that Rani is loved at home, and his parents do the very best that they can for him and his siblings with what little they have.
They did not ask to be living the way they do. They tried their best.
And they did not intend to have as many children as they do.
Contraception did not work; probably a combination of substandard supplies, and a lack of education on its proper use.
And the sterilisation that Rani's mother had failed, resulting in Rani and his older sister.
So it's not through lack of trying, please, please know that.
I really want to emphasise that his mother loves him, and wants what's best for him, as anyone who loves a child can empathise with.
His mother loves him, and she'd love for him to stay here and be raised under the loving care of the project.
To be afforded the care and attention he needs, to be raised in a supportive and educational environment where all of his requirements are met.
To wear clothes that fit him, and to be given shoes as he grows.
To never go hungry.
To be surrounded by gardens and play equipment, to learn about animals and their care. To have a chance at a real education.
To be given a better future.
Project Isobel would be willing to provide this, to be Rani's guardians until he can make his own way in life, and supporting him, and other boys like him (because his is sadly not a unique situation here), through that too.
He just needs sponsorship.
Regular investors in the life of a little boy, expanding his world and altering his future. Breaking the cycle of poverty. Changing his life.
Could you make that difference?
|Happy Rani and I.|
Also, I am not that pale.
Please remember to keep the Project, and Ranciel, in your prayers, and stay in touch! I love to hear from you all, whether in the comments or via email, and it's great to hear what you think.
And don't be afraid to get in contact with the project, just visit the website and start talking!