May 31st 2012 – Jacky’s eyes were jaundiced, he was fidgety and unsure, moving, standing, sitting, talking, silent he tried to take in everything that was going on around him and what it meant. At 31 lbs / 40 inches we were given an estimate on his age by the social workers who brought him, 7 yrs old. Jacky, enthusiastic and social always wanted to be with someone, eager to play ball, build a chair fort, or engage in hide-and-seek he was never without a friend to join him. Communication was difficult for him, struggling to speak and be heard clearly, when stressed the words just never seemed to come out right. He had his highs and his lows. Brave and strong, bringing joy to all who knew him with his easy smile and entertaining ways. Then sinking low, seeking solitude in inconsolable tears as he mourned the losses is his young life. Running to a corner out of embarrassment when he soiled his pants.
1 yr later – Today we celebrate the boy whose delight is in bringing others joy. He lives to dance, sing, entertain and make others laugh. Music is his passion, and if there isn’t a beat, he will make one. If you’re not up and dancing when the music starts he’ll be sure to coax you out, zigzagging past making sure everyone is having a good time, feet, shoulders, hands, fingers and facial expressions all involved in this little Patrick Swayze. Strong and healthy now, having put on 13 lbs and grown 3 inches, he’s lost his baby teeth and likes to stick his tongue through the gap without unclenching his jaw. This morning Joyce was spending time with Jacky when he declared, “My mom is coming.” Not long after the social worker handling Jacky’s case came to pick him up. We had heard earlier this morning that Jacky’s mother had been found and IBSER had approved her to take him back, but not wanting to set him up for disappointment weren’t going to tell him this until we knew for sure. God must have spoken to his little heart, and before we could begin to prepare him for yet another change the Holy Spirit already was. When the IBESR truck showed up Jacky flew through the yard one last time, dancing, skipping, arms lifted high, jazz fingers waving as he yelled good-bye to his home and family of the last year. Planting a few kisses on his nannies cheeks as he pass by, he eagerly and trustingly took her hand, and climbed into the truck. “I’m going to see my Mom,” he declared with his confident toothless smile. And in that moment I saw a different little boy, one who had changed beyond recognition in our midst. Unafraid, unconcerned, full of trust and confidence, he knew what was happening and he knew he was ready. Though we will miss his affectionate, joyful, kind, sensitive, compassionate, loud, inquisitive, people loving presence, we delight with him in knowing he is in the hands of our Father, and in the arms of his loving mother, reunited at last.
“But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.” Psalm 5:11
To be continued…
Posted on Fri, May 24, 2013