On Wednesdays I go to my vault of posts (there are 1700, friends!), and share a My Learning Curve post from the past. Today’s post is from June 2009, when we had just begun traveling to Seattle for therapy with Deborah Gray.
As the family cleared the table last night, Kalkidan began drawing a picture similar to one her therapist had drawn. She talked about the ways her heart was broken. Then she drew many small hearts spilling out of the broken heart. Her therapist had explained that when a child’s heart is broken, her mommy and daddy can try to fill it up with loves, but the loves keep falling out and the child never feels that she has enough. Once a child’s heart is healed, the loves can fill her whole heart.
Kalkidan continued to spontaneously work, pausing to ask for help with spelling, and then writing some more. When she was done, she decided to color the heart and then tucked it in a folder to share with her therapist.
Kalkidan gave me permission to write about the work she did last night and share a photo of her wonderful drawing. The title alone brings tears to my eyes.
It took many years, but Kalkidan’s heart did heal enough to let our love fill it. I think back to those early days and how tumultous our life was. We were broken and needed help, but God met our need and I am forever thankful.
My friend, Pam Parish, has a great post up, The Best (and worst) Advice Anyone Gave Us as Foster & Adoptive Parents. I’m honored that she asked me to contribute. Hop over and read it.