Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1

Oct 20, 2010

Sometimes

My little girl is 23 months old.  Sometimes I think she is 5, maybe 6, maybe my age....

She's sweet and funny, and super tiny, but living much older than any 23 month old should have to.  She wants to feed me and sweep the floors.  She always gives me her last bite.  She squeezes and holds me tight, then looks at my face and brushes the hair behind my ears.  If the strap on my tank falls off my shoulder she puts it back up for me.  If my shoes are on the floor she brings them to me and puts them on my feet.  I'm also pretty sure she tried to fluff my pillow last night.

I'm told by the people I'm staying with that she speaks better Lugunda than most 5 year olds. She understands my English, but can only respond in Lugunda..  After about 5 hours with me, I think she knew I couldn't understand her.  She started taking me by the hand to show me things, and pointing.  Sometimes while she's playing in the other room, she looks up at me, puts her toys down and runs to me to kiss my forehead.  Something a Mother would do while passing through a room, laundry basket in hand.

She tries to scratch my freckles off.  Today she took the end of a comb and tried to clean my toes with it.  She picks fuzz out of my hair all day long.  While I was laying on the bed reading she brought me a bottle of lotion.  I opened it and put some in her hands, and then to my surprise she rubbed it all over my leg.  Then she shook the bottle at me to open again and proceeded with my other leg.  When she was done, she put the bottle back on the table and went back to trying on the rest of her clothes (for the third day in a row).  Sometimes I can't help myself, but to let her do these things.  I've learned so much about her in just 3 days.  Sometimes I just want to cry...  Today she was picking her teeth from the pork we had at dinner, and then she tried to feed it to me... /Sometimes I forget that there was a time when she didn't have enough food to eat.. yet she still tried to give me her 'left overs'....

Sometimes I wonder how a child so young, could feel so much responsibility?  Sometimes I stop to think "Why doesn't she run around like a crazy child, play with toys screaming and yelling?  Sometimes I want to cry when she picks up the napkin at dinner and wipes my face with it....  Sometimes I want to cry when she stands in front of me and starts her own little interpretive dance... Had she gone that long without toys that she would rather wiggle around than hug and rock a baby doll to sleep?  Sometimes I forget that she's only 23 months old.  She may only be about 25 inches tall, but she stands about 25 miles high.

Sometimes I wonder why God put me on this path to be her mother.  What is it about me that HE thinks is going to be able to help this strong little girl, learn how to be a little kid?  How do you teach a child to be a child?  I've never known more patience in my entire life than I have seen in myself these last 3 days...  I never knew I was capable of something like this.  I already know what's best for her, and I've only known her three days.  I already can comfort her.  I already have taught her that when I say NO, I mean business.  I've already taught her that when she hurts, she can come to me.   I have to just keep telling myself that God thinks I am the only person in this world that can be her Mother.. But how do I teach her that the weight of the world is not on shoulders?  Oy vey...

Say a little prayer for my little girl tonight... Pray that I can show her that someday she will be a little girl, and just that.  And pray for my husband and little boy.. I miss them and their hugs so much...

Goodnight from Uganda
~K

2 comments:

  1. Your blog was touching. It makes me even more thankful for all of God's blessings. You're doing amazing things Kathryn. I've been wanting to adopt ever since I was young and you've inspired me even more.

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  2. Christine Van HauterOctober 21, 2010 at 11:20 AM

    Ok it took me a day to stop crying about your beautiful story! Your are so amazing and I am so proud of you! You wll be a wonderful mother to Faith. AS you are with Deken. The special gift you have brings so much happiness to so many people. I will always be proud to be your aunt and friend. Love you and take care. Can't wait to see her.

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