He Is Meant For Me

It is an honor for me to share this story with you. My dear friend Amy has taken the time to pour out her heart to you and I. I am changed and inspired by her words.


I have a four year-old son named Ben.
He is a lovely mess.
He loves bubbles and bouncing balls and matchbox cars.
He will eat spaghetti until the cows come home.
He has the longest eye lashes I've ever seen.
He likes to take his little starfish hands and turn my head, and plant a big, wet kiss on my cheek.
After he takes a big swig of milk, he puts his cup down and says, "Ahh!"
He likes rap music and anything with a good beat.
He likes to be pushed HIGH on our backyard swing.
He is rough and tumble, sweet and savory, the perfect mix of naughty and nice.
He is the love and light of my life.
Oh, and by the way, Ben has Down Syndrome.
Four years ago, when our pediatrician looked me in the eye and told me, "I think your baby has Down Syndrome," I did not have any idea what that would mean for our family.
I was no stranger to Down Syndrome but still, as a mother, I didn't know what it would mean to be a special needs mom.
One thing was sure though, from the moment I saw Ben, I knew love.
Love in the purest, rawest sense of the word.
He was meant for me.
He was meant for me all along.
He was a gift from God above.
As much a gift as my other children are.
He is perfect and able and awesome.
It was love.
Several years into this special needs mom thing, and knee-deep in the blogosphere, I read, with weepy eyes, the stories of children just like my Ben, locked away in orphanages and institutions--simply because of a diagnosis of Down Syndrome.
They are unwanted and deemed unacceptable in their society.
They have no place.
They are thrown away and locked up for all the days of their lives.
They do not know the love of a mother or a father.
And no, it isn't an infomercial or an after-school special on tv.
This is REAL life.
I went to the Reece's Rainbow website.
I tried to read about the different children.
There were times when I closed the computer and cried.
It was too painful to read more.
I held Ben closer and longer, and whispered in his tiny ears how much I adored him.
I tucked him in at night, into a clean, warm bed, and kissed his forehead, and told him I'll never leave him.
My heart ached.
I began to wonder what I could do to make a difference to these kids.
I gave monetarily but it was never enough.
I prayed and prayed.
It helped.
A quote from mother teresa rocked me to the core:

If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one.

My heart was wide open.
The Lord was telling me.

Go. You can do this. This is what you need to do. I will help you find your way. Haven't I always?

I'm not saying it was easy to listen, but He was there, in so many little ways, pointing me in the direction of my next adventure.
Pointing me towards this little guy, Davis.
A four year old boy who has Down Syndrome, just like my Ben.
A little boy who deserves a chance to have a family who loves him.
And who, as of April, we have committed to saving.
He is my son.
He is meant for me.
He is perfect and able and awesome.
It is love.
I sure hope he likes spaghetti.



Just a reminder, when you donate $25 dollars or more I will send you a handmade hair accessory of your choice (send me a note to let me know which one you'd like). All profits will go to Davis, Seregey, and Isaac, so that they might be cradled in their mamas arms that much sooner. I will accept donations throughout the month of October. I am so blessed to be a part of this journey, I hope you are as well.




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