Every night when Angela goes to bed she choose to either have me read to her, or sing.
She loves chapter books, and every night that she chooses to have me read she remembers exactly where we left off last time.
Tonight she wanted me to sing. There are only four songs in the bedtime repertiore. "Hush Little Baby", "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", "So Long, Farewell" (from the show "Out of the Box"), and "Tomorrow". I'm not sure exactly what her criteria is for choosing the song, but there is definitely reason behind her choosing!
Tonight's choice was "Hush Little Baby".
Hush little baby
don't say a word
mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird.
And if that mocking bird don't sing
mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And here is where Ianna came to my thoughts. A child who was left behind, who's society says she has no value, but deserves every diamond God has ever created, lovingly set upon a band of gold.
If that diamond ring turns brass
mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
A looking glass, for a girl who is stunningly beautiful despite what society says. A girl who carries with her so many lessons I have yet to learn. She deserves a looking glass made of the most precious materials to frame her lovely face. I pray we're able to teach her she IS beautiful!
If that looking glass gets broke
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.
If that billy goat don't pull
mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
A cart and bull; strong and determined to cary her through the world. We will be her cart and bull: moving forward slowly and methodically, meeting each obstacle with stubborn calm.
If that cart and bull turn over
mama's gonna buy you a dog named rover.
If that dog named Rover don't bark
Mama's gonna buy you an ox and cart
and if that ox and cart fall down
you'll still be the sweetest girl in town.
Our sweetness went to bed last night without anyone to tuck her in. With anyone to come when she cries because she's had a bad dream. She slept in a room full of children (I'm not sure how many but I think there were 10-15 beds in there.) and I'm sure it's not very quiet or restful. Was she cold? Wash she too hot? Was she hungry or thirsty? I pray that God has her wrapped in his love, comfortable in her daily routine, safe from all that happens in places like that.
Before we know it, we'll have her home. In a big girl bed (her bed there is more like a toddler bed.) with warm blankets, a nightlight if she wants it, and mommy and daddy right across the hall who will wake at a pin drop to check on her.
I can't wait to show you videos of her. Of me holding her. She melted into me. She's ready for her family, and we're ready for her.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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Leah, the cart and bull made me think of you driving in the side car of you bike. Is Dean going to get one as well, or can both girls fit into yours? Wonder if Ianna will enjoy the bike rides?
ReplyDeleteConsider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin: and yet I say to you, even Solomon his glory was not arrayed like one of these...Luk 12:27
For a while now, I feel like God is saying that He is watching and taking care of Ianna, just like He is watching over the lilies of the valley...
Thanks Karien! We're hoping that Ianna will be able to ride behind Dean. Angela can't because the strokes she had as an infant, combined with the seizures she has now, make her balance a challenge! That, and she's so impulsive I would be forever worried about her just deciding to be silly back there and do something dangerous as we're cruising down the highway! Ianna is still phyisically pretty small, so we'll just have to see how that all works when she gets home. She'll (hopefully) be here several months before riding season rolls around again so we'll have a better idea if riding behind will be a good idea for her or not.
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