Tomorrow...

As I was tucking Timothy in tonight, I started to think of his birth family.  Tomorrow is his fifth Birthday.   I wonder if they will think about him.  I wonder if they will remember it’s his birthday. 

He never had any visitors in the baby house.  No one ever asked about him.  No one. 

The thought of that is just completely beyond my scope of understanding.  I just cannot fathom carrying a child, loving him, feeling him move inside of me, and giving birth to him only to see that he was different and abandon him.  To love him, and have dreams of what he might be when he grows up, the things he might like, who he might become…    

What did they tell their daughter about him?  What did they tell their neighbors and friends and other family members?  Did they tell them that he was sick and died?  Were they honest and tell them that he has Down syndrome and they didn’t want him, or couldn’t take care of him?

Do they wonder how he is, or even if he is still alive?   I know that they know that he isn’t at the baby house anymore because they don’t have to pay “support” anymore(the parents were responsible for depositing money in an account for him every month, this is the account that we closed and donated back to the orphanage when we adopted him).   Were they told that he was adopted by a family who loves him, and wants him, and will always take care of him? 

Timothy will be five tomorrow.  My prayer for him is that he knows how much we love him.  It doesn’t matter that we weren’t there on his “birth” day.  What matters is that we will be here for every single Birthday from now on.   He will have anything that he needs.  He will be safe, and warm, and have all the food he needs to grow and be strong; he will have any medical attention that he might need.  He will be tucked in at night with his favorite bear, and he will go to school and learn everything that he can, he will have the love of his brother and sisters, and his Momma & Daddy and probably more hugs and kisses that a boy might think he wants. hehe  He will grow up and be whatever it is that God has for him to be.

In the four months that he has been home there has been lots of laughter, a few tears, so many new things, so much learning, some frustrations … and more love than there are words to describe.   John even said a couple of days ago that he can’t even think of what life would be like without him.

I hope they think about him tomorrow.  I pray that God gives them peace. 

Timothy will be five tomorrow… he’ll get gifts at his party, and have his very own cake for the first time, and we will celebrate the life that God gave him.  We will celebrate the wonderful little boy that God gave us.