Thursday, November 14, 2013

Brave Little Ruby

How do you thank a little girl like, Ruby Bridges?  Who is that, you might ask?  She is the heroic little black girl who took the unforgettable step into integrating white and black children into the same school.

On November 14, 1960 in New Orleans, Louisiana, this beautiful little girl stepped into a "white" world and instead of love, all she found was hate.

So many fought, threatened and actually threw things at this precious little girl.  Good people who attended church every Sunday.  Good people who loved their children and their country.  Good people who said they followed Jesus and believed in a supreme being, actually threw hard, hurtful objects at this little, innocent girl.

 "There was a large crowd of people outside of the school. They were throwing things and shouting...."

Said Ruby as she got out of the car.  In her innocent mind, she thought they were celebrating Mardi Gras.

She was met with intolerance and pure hate....

"As soon as Bridges entered the school, white parents pulled their own children out; all teachers refused to teach while a black child was enrolled. Only one person agreed to teach Ruby and that was Barbara Henry, from BostonMassachusetts, and for over a year Mrs. Henry taught her alone....

Every morning, as Bridges walked to school, one woman would threaten to poison her....

Another woman at the school put a black baby doll in a wooden coffin and protested with it outside the school, a sight that Bridges Hall has said "scared me more than the nasty things people screamed at us." At her mother's suggestion, Bridges began to pray on the way to school, which she found provided protection from the comments yelled at her on the daily walks."

How can anyone be this way?

This was not that long ago.

And I will say that this bothered me before I had a little, precious black girl...but it bothers me even more now.  To imagine my Lia or any of my children having to endure the hate of adults, makes me sick inside.

It makes me embarrassed to be white.  To know that my own race could hurt a child simply because she wanted to be equal.  To hate simply because it was the "thing" to do.

We are all God's children.  He loves Ruby as he loves the woman who threatend to poison her.  But do WE really love God?  Do our actions show our love of God to all mankind?  Do we judge harshly against those who may look or believe differently than ourselves, even though they are still God's children?

I hope and pray for that day when hate will be taken from the earth and therefore our hearts...but until that day, what are we doing in our own little corner to eradicate it?

Thank you, Ruby and your family, for being willing to change your little part of the world for those who couldn't change it for themselves.  And thank you, Mrs. Henry, Ruby's teacher, for showing us what a true Christian is: loving someone despite popular beliefs.

Lots of love,

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Friday, November 1, 2013

Now we know the whole story...

For the last few months we have been working with our little Jared on getting his neck and back muscles strong so his head would be able to turn properly.  This was all caused by, Torticollis.

But just that one symptom didn't seem to cover what was happening with my baby.  At nine months, he can't sit up or stand or even push himself up with his arms very well.  At first I thought this was all do to the Torticollis.  But I was wrong.

I decided to take many of your advice and call, Kids on the Move.  They have been fantastic.

And now we know, Jared also has, Low Muscle Tone throughout his entire body.

While this could be genetic, I found out today that it could be from the meth he received during his first trimester.  Once again, I'm heart broken.

I will admit, this is one of the hardest aspects of having to adopt my children.  Knowing that I could have given him a safe and healthy start is maddening.  That we wouldn't be here working with him for hours, days, weeks and months to bring him up to speed, is overwhelming for me right now.

But, I realize even then, there is no guarantee.  Even the most diligent mothers-to-be have children with disabilities and health problems.

That is why, in the end, I am grateful for my faith.

I do know that God has a plan for all of us.  And sometimes his plan is for us to have physical impairments right from the start.  Sometimes those impairments are for ourselves and sometimes its for those around us who grow in love and compassion. Jared's sweet loving attitude and amazingly happy spirit make my life so much brighter.  I just hope and plead that with all this work we are doing, and will be doing, with two physical therapists, he will get better and be stronger.  And that, one day, he will be able to live a normal, happy life.

I am grateful to all my friends who have helped me by sharing their own experiences with their little ones.  I know we are not alone in this journey.  Thank you, to all who have been there for us.  It has meant so much to me.

Lots of love,