Marta was standing outside of a Mexican convenient store, just blocks away from our hotel. Lola made eye contact with her immediately and we approached her.
She was selling hand woven bracelets with her older cousin. On the streets. During school hours. Marta had four badly decaying baby teeth but wore a beautiful smile. We learned that she was five years old and had recently lost her mother. Marta the orphan.
We sat down on the curb of the street, facing the Mexican convenient store, and spent ten minutes of our day in Marta's presence.
After taking some pictures with Marta and buying bracelets for Lola's entire ballet class we parted ways. Walking towards our beautiful and extravagant hotel, Jay asks me...
"She got a lot of money for the bracelets she made." Jay ponders.
"Yes. We did buy a lot of bracelets, didn't we? But it probably took her a long time to make." I answer.
"I could make bracelets if I didn't have to go to school. I would have so much time." Jay starts thinking about it more. "You know, Mama. I could sell bracelets on the street of Ohio. How about that?"
Lola gives Marta a hug. "Everyone understands a hug. Yes, Mama? Marta is my Mexican friend. Yes, Mama?"
This is why I travel with my children. I want them to see the world. Mexico was just an introduction of what they will see in their lives. We mave so many Martas to meet in our future.