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Friday, 1 June 2012

Imagine this for Heather


10 year old Heather needs a family to
love her and  help her live a full life.

In the last post, I wrote about my dream for Heath. I also often sit and imagine what life with a family would be like for my beloved Heather. That's her over there on the right. She is such a cutie, isn't she? There is very little we know about her except that she has Down Syndrome and lives in an orphanage. I don't know where her orphanage is exactly, I don't know how well funded they are or what sort of care she can get there. But all this doesn't change the fact that she is an orphan and she needs a family to help her to grow into her full potential.

Imagine with me...

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Heather runs, screaming wildly from her room, straight into the living room and into my arms.

“What's wrong, baby?” I asked, worried that she has hurt herself somehow, “Where does it …?”

Before I can finish my question, Tobi rushes onto the sofa, making loud 'bang bang' sounds at her. Heather, her voice muffled by the pillow she has covering her face, is still screaming... or maybe it's... she is giggling under that pillow!

I laugh and pull off the pillow, “My dear, you need to do this.”, I shape her hand into a gun shape and go, “Bang! Bang!” And Tobi pretends to be shot and falls onto the carpet, laughing. “See?”

She looks up at me, with her beautiful big eyes, and smiles, “Bang? Bang?” Actually, it sounds like 'ben ben' when she says it. She shakes her head, “No 'Ben Ben'.”

“Alright. No more bang bang. Ok, Tobi?”

A horn sounds. I pat both kids on their backs, “Now get your shoes on. That's Daddy waiting downstairs in the car for us.”

At the word 'car', Heather hops up and down and claps her hands. She loves riding in the car for some reason. She just sits in her car seat and watches the world fly by, it simply fascinates her. As the kids get their shoes on, Tobi asks, “Where are we going again?”

“We are going to get Heather some tap shoes.” I say, smiling down at my little girl who is trying her best to buckle her shoes herself. Last week, her dance teacher had said what a little talent she was at tap dancing. Heather really does enjoy going to dance class. It came to her so easily, following the steps and letting the music flow through her. I truly think she speaks when she dances. Anyhow, we decided to splurge a little and buy her her own tap shoes instead of her using the borrowed ones at the dance school.

Heather has been home with us for almost 9 months now, but her English hasn't quite caught up yet so she doesn't say a lot, even though she knows we can understand some of her mother tongue. I guess that's just her nature – quiet, shy. But the world is hers when she dances. I'm so glad we got her in tap classes.

At the shop, she looks at all the tap shoes. But most of them are in black, not a favourite colour with my daughter, I can tell you that much. She looks up at me sadly, “Boo?” I know she means blue. She likes blue.

I ask the lady and explain that my little gal really likes blue and these are her first ever dance shoes. She says blue isn't a colour she has in stock. I look at my husband, shaking my head.

He kneels down in front of Heather, “Look my dear, nice shoes. They make that tap-tap sound just like at Mrs Hope's dance class.” Heather shakes her head sadly. My husband looks up at me and then around the shop, as if trying to find a pair of blue shoes we all somehow missed. He gets up suddenly and walks out of the shop. “Be right back.” he calls out.

While Daddy is gone, Tobi and I try to get Heather to like one of the many pairs of shoes, ones with laces, ones with buckles, shiny ones, matt ones etc. After a few minutes, Daddy comes back with a rather small paper bag in his hand. He picks up the shoes, turns his back to us. I shrug at the shop lady.

Then with a spin on his heels, he presents us with blue shoes! Well, actually, black tap shoes but with brilliant blue ribbons instead of the normal black ones. Heather hops up and down and claps her hands. It's a done deal.

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Right now where Heather is, I know she has no such opportunity. She is so full of talent and potential - I just know it. All she needs is a family who will love her, support her and encourage her along the way and she will do wonderfully.


Are you her family? Could you give towards her adoption grant? A bigger grant means a better chance to get noticed by adopting families. Would you take time out and pray for her? Advocate for her?

syc

Do visit What the Cross has Done to read other similar dreams for the children listed on Reece's Rainbow.

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Tuesday, 29 May 2012

A Dream for Heath...


Little Heath is 11 years old and has been
waiting for a family for a long time now.

His name is Heath. He is an orphan. He is a special orphan – he has Down Syndrome. And the society he lives in did not think that he is acceptable as he is so he has been placed in a mental institute for boys. It is a place where funds are so very limited that the carers are merely keeping the boys fed and alive. There is nothing else they can do for the boys. The boys simply sit in their chairs all day and stare.

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This is my dream for my little Heath whom I pray for daily. 

It is a Friday in May 2013. A horn sounds, Tobi runs out from his room, “I'll go get him.” He dashes out the door and waits rather impatiently as the kind driver wheels Heath off the little van. “Can we go play in our room?” Tobi asks as soon as they get in.

“Well, it is almost dinner time. So only for a short while.” I say as I give Heath a big hug and he responds with giggles. It was so fun to find out that hugs actually tickle him. I love that. Heath goes to a full day school for special needs children twice a week. We are trying to ease him into it.

So off they go to play. Suddenly, I hear a squeal coming from the boys' room. I turn down the stove and go have a look. A smile crosses my face at the sight of Tobi spinning Heath around in his wheelchair and Heath laughing in delight. They notice me at the doorway.

Tobi quickly says,“I wasn't spinning him very fast Mummy. Just a bit fast.” I nod.

Heath's eyes twinkle, “I like.” he says in the little English he has learnt. “Go out please.”

I look up at the clock, “OK. Just for a little bit. Tobi put on your watch and make sure you come in for dinner at 7pm.” They both nod gleefully. I yell after them, “Please be careful. And not on the road.”

As I cook, I can hear them in the field downstairs, having a good time playing ball and I am sure at some point in the few minutes they will be racing each other. The boys invented their own form of racing. Heath is still not very good maneuvering the wheelchair by himself so Tobi decided to help train him by racing him; Tobi runs backwards while Heath tries to catch him.

After a while, I hear a shout, “Daddy!” All 3 boys come in through the door; Daddy carrying Heath and Tobi bringing in his wheelchair.

“He said, 'Tired. Up Daddy.'”, Hubby informs me with a look of triumph on his face. This is the first time Heath has called any of us directly. I beam. I am sad not to be the one he connects with first but hey, my first son said 'daddy' first too.

Dinner is a loud affair with Tobi trying to tell us about his day and Heath following his every word and action. It's a wonder that the boys actually get food into their bodies. After dinner, we have some time when we usually watch some documentary together. We are crazy about documentaries. Heath stares at the screen and just as I wonder how much he actually understands, he points to the tiger on the screen and says, “Meow!”

We all laugh. Tobi shakes his head, “Growl. Grrr.....” he bears his teeth and pretend claws. Heath backs away fightened. Daddy quickly picks him up and growls back at Tobi, showing Heath it is just play. Soon there is a roaring match!

Needless to say, getting them to  bed takes a while after that loud uproar. But it's ok, it's a Friday night. As we tuck the boys in, I say, “Heath, we are going to the zoo tomorrow.” He frowns with no understanding.

Tobi jumps down from his top bunk and pulls out some plastic animals from a toy box, hops into Heath's bed and shows him the different animals, making the sounds and telling him their names. We decide to leave the boys to play a bit with the animals. We figure they will eventually fall asleep next to each other as they sometimes do.

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The above is my dream, a dream for little Heath. But he doesn't have that at the moment. He doesn't even have any idea what a toy or a book is.


My heart is broken and remains broken for Heath and I so want to bring him home. But not being a position to adopt I do the next best thing I can – I pray for him, I advocate for him, I try my best to fundraise for him. I want a family to find him and take him home to a place filled with love and encouragement, and with that support I know he will thrive and grow to be a most wonderful boy.


Would you dream the same dream for Heath? Can you see him as part of your family? Or maybe one of Reece's Rainbow's precious ones moves your heart? Could you find the time to pray and advocate?

syc

This post has been inspired by What the Cross has Done.

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Saturday, 26 May 2012

Apert Syndrome


 Apert Syndrome is a genetic defect and falls under the broad classification of craniofacial/limb anomalies. It can be inherited from a parent who has Apert, or may be a fresh mutation. It occurs in approximately 1 in 160,000 to 200,000 live births. Apert syndrome is primarily characterized by specific malformations of the skull, midface, hands, and feet. The skull is prematurely fused and unable to grow normally; the midface (that area of the face from the middle of the eye socket to the upper jaw) appears retruded or sunken; and the fingers and toes are fused together in varying degrees. To learn more about this syndrome, you can go here.

Reeces Rainbow have a few kids listed that have Apert syndrome.
These kids are typically normal cognitively developed. Their most special need is for a family.

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Charlottes mom met Kacey, and has written some very  touching posts about her over at her blog. To read them, go here and here.


Quite a few RR families have adopted children with Apert syndrome. Could you be the right family for one of these beautiful children?







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