Smiles are savored and memorable from our grieving and precious little Noble. India is a happy and content baby, learning to trust her new mama and family. Expectations remain low, but I'll take what I can get...and I'm cherishing the small things for now.
Amidst the tears and trials, it's important to be thankful for the breakthroughs, the little glimmers of hope that remind me we're heading toward healing, restoration, redemption, victory. How much more joyous the harvest when the labor has been great.
The breakthroughs are what I'm focusing on today, with gratitude. I don't want to forget these first new memories, first few smiles, first signs of improvement from our first few days together:
We slide and smile, give a high five. My heart melts. We're playing!
I ask him to look in my eyes and he does! Quickly I capitalize as I whisper, "Mommy alingi yo," ("Mommy loves you" in Lingala) and he doesn't look away. We're connecting, even if just for a moment.
I hand her to a doting friend and she looks back for her mama. Her tears subside in my arms. Is it possible she's beginning to trust me?
Her daddy raises her high in the sky. She looks him straight in the eyes, safe in her father's arms. She's captured his heart already.
The first day of circle time games, he watched, silent and stoic. The second day he enters in reluctantly and ends up having some fun...a step in the right direction. I'll take it!
We go to the beach and the sand is too much, too different. We roll his pants, give it time, and watch the other kids run around.
We wait patiently, doing what we just do, and sure enough he joins in. Before he realizes it, he's running from high up on the hill down to the shore, getting his toes and his rolled pants wet, laughing even! Is this the same little boy?
There's something to be said for beach therapy.
I wear her in the sling, feed her a bottle, and look deeply into her innocent eyes. She grabs my finger tight. I won't let her go. She feels my heartbeat, smushes her face into my skin, and I can see she's beginning to know me. We're bonding.
As we step out of the van, I'm ahead and have forgotten something in the front seat..."Mama!!" he shouts after me (with the emphasis on the second syllable, {Ma-MA}...so cute!). He offers to me what I'd left behind. Did he really just call me Mama?!
He can't help but smile and it's like a totally different child emerges as he repeats words in English, copying his sister. I fixate intently on his sweet little voice, so rare. He's communicating!
He likes the bike! Patiently our dear children push him around, literally for hours of therapeutic monotony. He's soothed. We're so proud of them all, so loving and concerned for their brother.
The tantrums are shorter. The resolutions are more and more predictable. The triggers are exposing themselves and we're paying attention. Day by day, minute by minute, changes are on the horizon.
Truth be told, it's been hard so far...really hard! But, it's also been sweet, incredibly sweet. I never want to forget our first breakthroughs. I don't want the joys to be overshadowed by the challenges. It's an honor to work so diligently on these relationships. It's a gift to cry. It's a privilege to wait in expectation upon the Lord.
I'm thanking God today for the agonies of tough beginnings, the promise of a hopeful future, the tears we've poured out, the prayers we've lifted high. Today, I'm thanking God even for the setbacks, but especially for the breakthroughs.
"And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9
"And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you
will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ."
Philippians 1:6