Ut oh... Thinking again...

Today has been very low key.  We did the usual Sunday stuff.  Church, cleaned the house up, started the laundry…

Had a little Birthday cake… hehe   I can’t wait till next Sunday for the “real” party!!   Tonight was just the six of us.  I always have a little cake for the actual Birthday if the party isn’t that day. 

As I was sitting here though, reading the blog updates from today, a thought hit me… Timothy is 5.  5 is the “magic” number in the baby house.  5 is when a child gets to get dressed up, and leave the baby house in a van.  They get to take a nice ride, maybe one of the nannies would come along for the occasion.  The ride might be long, might be short.  At the end of the ride, a new home!!   New friends, new caretakers, a new bed.  Sounds exciting doesn’t it?  What child wouldn’t want to be treated so special?

The answer to that is easy… an orphan…

Getting dressed up is really just wearing a set of clothes that the baby house may or may not need anymore.   Whether the nanny comes along depends upon if there is one to spare for the time the trip might take.  The new home?  An  institution.  The new friends and caretakers?  Mentally ill children and adults who have been sent to the institution because there is no place else for them, they have aged out of the baby house, and no one wanted them so they are sent there to exist with caretakers who are over worked and very underpaid who may or may not pay much attention to the littlest of the group because they already have so much to do.  The new bed?  A bed that has been emptied by another who started out as an orphan, with the hope of being found before it was too late. 

This day, Timothy’s 5^th Birthday, could have meant something much different to him, it might have been spent taking that van ride, or maybe he would already have been transferred.  Instead, he is tucked into his very own bed with his Toy Story sheets and blanket, and his favorite teddy bear.  Instead, he woke up this morning and had a hot, filling breakfast and went to church.  Instead he has a Momma and Daddy, and family who love him.  

He will never ever see the inside of an institution.  If I can help it, he’ll never know how close that van ride might have been.  He will only know how much we love him, and how blessed we are to have him in our family.

Thank you Lord for your provision.  Thank you for our sweet little boy and the blessing that he is to our family.  Thank you for choosing me to be his Momma. 

Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!!