Monday, May 26, 2014

Mini Golf

I am posting Mercy's first time mini-golfing.  I have two reasons for such a simple post.  One is because my oldest daughter took lots of great pictures and I wanted to share them.  My second is because I not only want to share life from an adoption stand point, but to also share life with a child who has Albinism.  I want anyone who is considering adoption to see that life is normal (well if there is such a thing).  There really isn't much that our little girl won't try and most times doesn't succeed at.  I have had the privilege of sharing with a few prospective families in the past year who were considering a child with Albinism.  I want to be open here too so that if someone is searching the internet and stumbles across our blog they will see first hand what our precious little girl can do.

She loved mini-golfing for the first nine holes, after that the novelty wore off and she got bored (totally an age thing). She could not see the hole from the putter point, but as she seemed to catch on quickly that she just needed to swing at the ball and send it somewhere down the green.  That became her goal.  Eventually tse would get close of enough to the hole that she could sink it.  We chose a yellow ball for her figuring it would have the highest contrast, plus it happens to be her favorite color at the moment.  She did great and we had fun.  She over shot the ball pretty often but we simply didn't count those against her.  That may be partially a vision thing, partially an age thing and partially just normal, because we all do it at one time or another.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

She calls me Mommy.

Mercy calls me mommy.  This is a new thing.  From the day we met her until just recently I have always been Mama.  While it was a word she used to recognize me as a Mama in her life there was always a lack of endearment.  Why?  Because I knew that she called every other caretaker in China Mama too.  That is what Chinese orphan children call those special ladies that meet there needs from day to day.  So I was just another Mama to her.  So the first time she called me mommy my heart melted.  (Actually she calls me "Money.")  But I know what she is trying to say and I will take it!!!  I know there is a difference in her calling me mama verses mommy.  It may seem strange to many, but I really believe in my heart she is recognizing in some way that when my other kids call me mommy there is something different in that word and so she now calls me "Money" too.

The other night she woke up around midnight crying.  It was most likely a nightmare.  We have had the same scenario countless times before.  But as she cried she called out "Money, Money."  (deep sigh).  As I went into her room to comfort her and assure her mommy was still here and hugged her she took a hold of hand and said "Money pray."  This girl never ceases to amaze us.  She finds comfort in praying when she is scared, at three years old!  Her heart of worship, her heart seeking her Heavenly Daddy changes me for the better.  She's such a gift, our little Mercy girl, such a sweet and precious gift.