We have this little friend who I will call “B.” He comes and hangs out with us two days a week or so. He has since he was eight months old. Now he will tell you he is a BIG boy at his four years of age.
And this little guy is awesome! His favorite thing to do as of late is to help me with everything.
A few days ago “everything” include dusting with sock puppets and wrapping birthday presents and making sure the gift had lots of tissue “hair.” (Isn’t that what everyone calls the extra tissue paper we feel obligated to put atop each gift bag? If it has a name and you know it, let me know in the comments below.)
So in our cleaning with sock puppets (mine ate more dust than his), he came across a round box. And being the fabulous little gent that he is, he asked if he could open the box before he removed the lid.
I gave him permission and watched him open Daniel’s box. It was given to us at the hospital when Daniel died. In it I have put things that remind me of him over the years.
Blue knitted caps that were given to us.
Blue and white stones used in a flower arrangement at his funeral.
An ultrasound picture.
B was thoroughly confused when I told him that the ultrasound was a picture of my baby Daniel in my belly.
Lets be completely honest: ultrasound pictures are not the clearest. I remember thinking one of my children looked like a primitive dinosaur at one ultrasound…
Anyway, I could tell that B was a little confused and he always desires to understand everything in the world around him.
So I offered to show him Daniel’s baby book. B absorbed every picture into his brain as I explained that Daniels’s body could not survive here on earth and he had to go to heaven to be healed. And I reminded him that we would see Daniel in heaven one day!
But B kept looking at the ultrasound pictures asking if this was an eye and that a foot.
Then he looked at me with all the honesty of a little fellow trying to figure out this great big world around him and said, “When I was a baby, I was in….” and he looked like he could not find the words to articulate what he wanted to say. He looked at me a few minutes longer and I realized he could not remember her name. I said his birth mother’s name out loud.
He said, “Yes, I grew in her tummy.”
And I realized that there are two little boys in my life who live apart from their birth moms.
Daniel lives in heaven with Jesus. And B lives with his aunt who is all he has ever known as a mother.
And in both cases it is good. God’s plans don’t always make sense to us here on earth but we can trust that He is always at work and we are never alone on our journey.
I praise the Lord for providing shelter and protection to my little buddies B & D!
“The Lord is the strength of his people;
he is the saving refuge of his anointed.
Oh, save your people and bless your heritage!
Be their shepherd and carry them forever.” Psalm 28:8-9