Friday, October 29, 2010

a day in the life (2)

Every week I plan to post "a day in the life" episode. I hope these snapshots will give you a window into the life of a family with a special needs child. It affects everybody in the family and affects life entirely. Sure, there are challenges, but it also puts us in a special place of blessing and encounters; perhaps it reaps perspective and insight we might have otherwise missed. I'd be honored to have you join us as we walk along the way. -Kara

I could hear her saying softly to the little black boy on her lap, "I bet he's jus for' months now. He be a little bitty 'un."

I looked over to see an elderly woman holding a curly-haired boy on her lap, both intently staring at Calvin. "How old is he?" she asked.

"Eleven months," I responded, ready for the confusion that appears on her face.

"Oh my! He be a real little one. He walkin'?" she questioned.

"No," I hesitated (never sure when to say something or what to say), "he's a special needs baby." I took a seat kitty-corner from her.

After a bit of a pause she said, "Whas wrong wid him?" She asked it in such a way that compelled me to meet her eyes.  I found only compassion and concern in eyes set in a wrinkled face framed with gray and black hair whisping all over.

"He has a muscle disorder." I didn't feel like saying brain damage, it felt too harsh. Instead I just gave a piece of the picture.

"Does he have *unpronouncable disorder*?" We're interuppted by another voice. It belonged to a girl two rows over. She looked tired, young, disheveled, perhaps a bit "down and out". She opened up and told me about her 17-year-old sister with a rare muscle disorder and how it's affected their family. She ended by encouraging me, "You just never know. They told us my sister would never do anything. You just gotta keep hoping." Messages of hope sometimes come from the least expected places and persons.

By now the whole waiting room had their eyes on Calvin and I recalled the words from a friend with a special needs son, "You have no idea how God is going to use Calvin, for other people."

The grandmother paused on her way out, standing right next to me. She looked down with her wide eyes at Calvin, "Mmmm-mmm, he's jus beautiful. He be a beautiful child." Her warm words fall on my baby. Then she looked at me, "You jus keep prayin', ya hear me? You jus keep prayin, you don' know what the good Lord is gonna do with this chil', you jus don' know. He a God 'o healin'."  

She gave Calvin one last long look and left.


Alice said...

Wow! Gives me shivers, Kara.
--Alice Schelling

kelly anne said...

Amen! He is a God o' healing! Kara, I love this story.

Anonymous said...

Made my eyes well up in tears...

KarenKTeachCamb said...

He is a beautiful child Kara, and each time you write I see how much he's loved! Thank you.

Heather said...

I love this! God is constantly bringing amazing people into my life in very unexpected ways and places. People that encourage me and leave me walking away with that feeling that God is so present in our everyday lives.

Anonymous said...

Wow... we really do have no idea how God will use your story, and Calvin's (really, God's story in your lives) for other people...

We do serve a God of healing, and grace and mercy and love, and so many amazing attributes!

Thanks for sharing this!!!


trmills said...

This piece belongs in a book of short stories. How lovely is the picture you paint, and thanks be to God for the warmth found in His people!

Anonymous said...

Awesome, Kara! A tear-jerker!Thanks so much for sharing this. The "God 'o healin' and the "for other people" is ultimately what it is all about. Oh for sweet submssion. --Rev. Beeke