i'm having visions of
wilson at home. i walk past the boys' room and i can't help but think of
him hanging out with C playing cars or beyblades, or learning how to
play magic. i wonder who he plays with in the orphanage, if he has a
best friend. when i'm playing outside with the girls, i picture him
joining in our chasing games, or teaming up with C against me in a game
of soccer. i wonder if he loves the outdoors like we do, if he even gets
a chance to play outside often. while i'm helping C and L with their
homework, i picture wilson sitting (standing, flying past me on his
heelys to get some yogurt from the fridge) working right alongside his
siblings. i think about L walking into school with him, showing him the
ropes. i wonder if he'll struggle with school too. i have no idea if he
can even read. at nighttime, i miss tucking him in. i wonder how he goes
to sleep now. is he afraid of the dark, or does he enjoy the nighttime
because all is quiet. we've dealt with three children who came home very
afraid of the dark and not wanting to go to sleep. they no longer have
sleep issues, they feel safe and secure, they know they are loved.
i
want wilson to feel safe and loved. i want him to come home. it doesn't
surprise me i want him home, but i do find it interesting how the heart
has such a capacity to grow and stretch and fit everyone in, in huge
amounts, no matter how near or far... we are designed for love and
connection.
the hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread - mother teresa
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