Daddy spent a frustrating labor day assembling a bed in a box that arrived in heaps of pieces from Costco. We could all hear him grumbling upstairs, and we steered clear, knowing it was his millstone and no one else was volunteering to carry it. There’s something about my husband not many people know. He has the most deliciously soft hands ever given to a man, and he takes good care of them. I love his hands. But when they have to get into tight rough hard places with cheap included in the box tools, it’s not an ideal situation. But he was determined to assemble his baby girl’s first big girl bed. And he did it just in time for us to tuck her in for the night. Bravo Daddy!
I’ve been searching online for just the right color and texture of sheets. (Sateen coral, 400 threat count, from overstock.com and thirty dollars a set!!!) I love a bargain. The bedspread is a sunflower yellow matelese. At the end of her bed is a quilt I brought home from Uganda made of squares of every sort of African fabric. When we assembled the bedding it was simply a work of art.
Then we invited little miss chocolate bunny to come see the surprise. It was priceless. She gasped, smiled, looked at me as if to say, “really is that mine?” and then she hopped up on top. She wanted to get inside the covers, because she’s been practicing this with Kevin’s bed. She loves to get into his bed and pretend it is night night. When she climbed out I pulled the covers tight again and made it up right as she played with her little pony. Next thing I know she is sitting on top leaning against the pillows reading her bible out loud.
The main character in her reading was Jesus and I heard his name over and over. But when she saw a picture of a pretty lady she began to talk about Princess Fiona, and then Shrek entered the bible stories. I think we have plenty of time to help her get it straightened out. As I watched her there on top of her big girl bed wearing a dress that matched the whole décor of her room I was undone. She is precious. Watching her grow up in our family brings us all so much joy. She is the fun around here.
When it was time for lights out she snuggled inside her covers, and said her prayers. Then we were face to face a little while and I watched her take in the newness of this experience. She talked and talked and talked, but I haven’t a clue what she said. We gave her a special night light that shines a rainbow on her ceiling. She called it “rain-grow”. I told her, “you have to stay in bed”. She said ok. I wished to myself that someone would tell me to stay in bed. But then she wasn’t happy and she made waterworks appear with a snap of her finger. She’s rehearsing her drama to see how much power there is in it. Not much with this mama.
I waited outside her door until she fell asleep. No more crib. Sigh. The last baby. It went fast. And I reminded myself, I’m old enough to be a grandmother. What am I thinking? I should be throwing a party.
Late in the night I heard her cry and I dashed up to her room, found her wandering around in the dark in her striped footie pajamas, a little out of it and scared. I tucked her back into bed and lay there a little while with her. I am not sure if she fell out, or woke up and got out. Again I said, “stay in bed.” “Ok mama,” and she fell back to sleep.
Back in my own bed, I couldn’t help thinking about her, our life with her, and how much love she brings to us all. I thank God because he called us to the joy of adoption. There is this love that multiplies and ripples out farther than we’ll ever know. Her presence here with us, in our family, is a real miracle.