I don’t think there’s anything cuter than a baby girl puckering up to give a kiss, especially Kira’s full chocolatey lips. When she’s in the mood for that she has a long line waiting to receive as many as she will give out. And when she sees herself in the window at night then begins to twirl and sway, yes, that’s cute too.
The fashion opportunity with baby girls is its own brand of fun. Perhaps I have a latent desire to dress like a little girl with bows, ruffles, lace, and sparkle, yet, I know it’s ridiculous for a woman in her forties to do that, so to doll her up satisfies me. This is where living vicariously through a child begins. I better put a tight rein on myself with that bad habit. I’ll be the sort of mother she’ll complain about if I don’t stop before she’s old enough to know what I am doing.
It’s hard to do though because when she appears before her brothers and daddy I like to see them melt in her presence. And she is aware that by just standing before them she can get a reaction. I suppose this is the definition of irresistible.
A little while ago Kira enjoyed getting to know her first friend, Lexi. She came to visit us and it was great fun for us to watch the two little ones decide to share, play, and discover the beginning of friendship. Sharing mama’s was a bit of a problem, toys, not so much. What they don’t yet know about eachother is both of their parents are older, they both have much older siblings, and they both were hand lifted by God and placed into their families by the miracle of adoption. Oh, some day we are going to want to eaves drop in on their conversations about growing up this way. I ‘m so thankful they will have eachother and know their special circumstances are not so unusual.
Taking Kira out in public is unbelievable fun. She’s becoming confident and social learning all the polite greetings. I think she even garbled “have a good day” to someone at Officemax as we left the register. She simply makes everyone smile in a spontaneous way that radiates a bright warm light around us all. I can’t get enough of this pleasure.
Surprisingly people in general aren’t nosy about her story. But when they have seen us together over and over the questions slip out and a connection is made. I feel is it a great privilege to share what God has done for this beautiful creature. I’m thankful every day that she is here with us and we have this joy to watch her develop, explore, learn, and become all she was designed to be. If I weren’t so old I’d do it again. Thankfully, I understand a sign of wisdom is knowing when to stop.
So instead of adding bedrooms to the house and seats in the vehicles, we take steps towards opening an orphanage in Uganda. We are independently establishing ourselves to be ready to receive true orphans with legal documentation and permission by the government granted to us to care for them. There will be no more middle man for Kirabo Seeds. (another sign of wisdom: learn from your mistakes)
For all we have endured this year with our efforts to provide help to orphans, considering the deception and loss, we see it not as a dead end, but a right turn and better road to journey on towards working wisely in God’s will. We can fulfill our calling to provide orphan care even if it means starting over. The fact remains there are millions of orphaned children in a small struggling country. Not any country, but the first home of our daughter, her heritage, her culture, and we intend to keep her life connected there. Our hope is she will grow up serving these children with need and having a keen awareness for God’s hand on her life. I hope that will stir in her a gratitude and humility that will melt into a good recipe for servanthood. It is so exciting to wonder who she will become.
Can I have some ice cream, candy, sparkling apple cider with a straw, and pie?