May 31st 2012 – At 21 lbs/31 inches 4 yr old Iverson, was the exact opposite of the nickname he came referring to himself as “Gwolabo” meaning “BIG” or “GIANT” was smaller than our youngest toddler at the house, even with his bloated belly. Iverson was angry. He was upset. He was mad. He was aggressive and mischievous, but he had a laugh that tickled the ears of everyone who heard it. His emotions rose and fell, the highs and lows were unpredictable and spontaneous not understanding why he was feeling them or being able to articulate what it was he felt. That little skeleton was indeed the host to a GIANT soul of emotion and personality.
1 yr later – Today Iverson is still a little guy, up to an even 30 lbs and 4 inches taller. Healthy, solid, and strong, he could be the champ wrestler is his weight category. He’s a bundle of boy, energy, ideas, mischief, karate, scooter races (though his eye level is below the handle bars not above), matchbox cars, and quests to find the longest worm after a rain or the biggest lizard on the wall. His face radiates with joy, and his laughter echoes through the yard as he chums up with his buddies in their daily adventures. He wanders over to his nanny, leans in, and she lifts him to her lap where he rests for a few moments, relaxing, relishing in the fact that she is his protector, his comforter, his constant guide. She loves him enough to correct him, to teach him how to control his anger, to help him understand why we don’t hurt others even when we suffer hurt ourselves. Though the fight inside may be a lifelong battle, he lays down his hostility for the time being, having found his acceptance among us, there’s no need to wage the war today. And he rests his against her chest, and looks up to her face knowing he belongs to her heart and she to his.
Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed;
save me and I will be saved,
for you are the one I praise.
Jeremiah 17:14 (NIV)
To be continued…
Posted on Sun, May 19, 2013