hands

Charlie

Okay, I love your hands. LOVE. They were one of the many things your Dada and I got to talk about as we looked at pictures, like this one, before we even met you. The sweet B Family took this when they were at HH in October of 2011. I like to think you were waving at us.

When we met you that December, we knew your hands we special. From the time you first gripped my hand, we knew.

They were part of your personality. You would clap with them, flap them, use them in dance, clinched them into fists, and rhythmically conduct with them. Moving your hands in different ways had been the only type of stimulation you had for 7 months at Edget, this is part of who you are. Waas told us he thought you would become a conductor based upon the rhythmic patterns you did with them at HH.

With these hands, you:
-play ball
-feed yourself
-sign for different things (milk, cookie, and more being the favorites)
-make music (drums, cymbals, maracas, egg shaker, etc)
-blow kisses
-reach for items
-reach for Mama when she picks you up from the sitter
-reach for a hand when we go from one room of the house to another
-want to hold both Mama and Dada's hands when we go from one room to another
-have a cookie in each (you learned that from Dada)
-hold my hand when you a tired and we cuddle
-do so much more!!!!

 

{tugging on Dada, eating at Meatheads, insisting on reading The Cat in the Hat while getting your diaper changed, and playing video games with Dada}

On our first trip we saw how the special mothers and other works at HH would kiss your hands. We have kissed those hands everyday since walking out of HH's gates. It is a promise to remember. It is a promise to tell you your story, as best we can. It is a prayer to remember those still waiting for their families and the families waiting to see their children. It is a promise to love you. It is a prayer to bring you up the best we can.

Love
Mama