Bath-time was a little longer tonight, with more play less cleaning. We sat on the kitchen floor eating fruit loops and playing. We cuddled in the recliner, eating more fruit loops and not combing hair, or any other business. Bed-time was later, at least for Anne, Beth requested bed at 6:45pm. I choked out our prayers this evening, and kissed her a little more. Then Anne & I danced, giggled, and screeched from the pure fun of not being in bed. After some more cuddle-time, I finally put Anne to bed too. Beth was all snuggled under her weighted blanket looking peaceful as ever, Anne fell asleep almost immediately. I sat there in the middle of their room watching them both sleep under the stars and moon projected everywhere in the room. I could have sat there all night just watching them, thanking God they are mine, healthy and here. Eventually I left, because my silent tears were becoming loud sobs, and I did not want to wake them up.
Tonight I weep for a child I never met, a little boy who I prayed fiercely for and loved, without ever actually touching him. Truth be told, I have only met his mother once in real life. Although we have only enjoyed one mom’s afternoon out together, I feel like she is one of my closest friends. We met online in a group for moms of kids with Sensory Processing Disorder last year when Beth first entered Early Intervention. A handful of us were fortunate enough to live within driving distance of each other, and able to meet for an afternoon of good food and great conversation. She has been one of my greatest inspirations, because the faith and love her family lives each day with is nothing short of miraculous. She has been one of my biggest supporters, and always knows how to help me find my hope and positive attitude. She has taught me how to simply thank God for all He has blessed us with, and to be patient as the road ahead of unfolds.
Tonight my heart breaks for my friend and her extraordinary family, because their 2yr old adopted son was called home to our Father in Heaven. After having 6 biological children, her and her husband decided that God still had a plan for them, they still had more greatness and love to bestow upon this world. They met and adopted a baby from the Ukraine, who had Larsen’s Syndrome. This beautiful angel spent the first year of his life alone in a babyhouse orphanage, but then was brought home to his forever family for the second year of his life. He was loved, cherished and a blessing to all who knew him. I have often marveled at his mother’s strength and braveness, but I know she gained it all through faith and love. Although I am filled with great sadness for his loss, I am comforted knowing that he will suffer no longer. I cannot even pretend to know what they are going through during this devastating time, but I am praying for them, and asking everyone to do the same. Rest in Peace sweet angel, may God comfort your loved ones as they face this earthly world without you.
A lovely poem, another shared:
I’ll Lend You A Child
by Edgar Guest
“I’ll lend you for a little time a child of mine,” He said.
For you to love – while he lives
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care or him for Me?
He’ll bring his smiles to gladden you,
And should this stay be brief
You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked this world over
In search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd
Life’s lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor count the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to
Take him back again?”
I fancied that I heard then say,
“Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that come
And try to understand.”
If you would like to learn about this extraordinary family’s journey, this is his mother’s blog: Bringing Henry Home
Here are two other blog entries dedicated to this sweet boy this evening:
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I read these 2 blog posts this morning, and everyone NEEDS to read these, they are a beautiful testament to the love, hope and faith this remarkable family has blessed the world with:
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