• Things you never imagine happening….

    Date: 2012.07.21 | Category: Benjamin, Codey, Family Life, Maisey | Tags:

    For those of you who don’t know my son Codey, he is 25, severely physically and mentally challenged. One of his favorite things to do is open his window and listen to the cars go by and the birds sing. He has his big, fake leather, comfy chair parked right there under the window.  He would sit there for hours if I would let him. We actually partially unscrew the screw in the lock to keep him from being able to unlock it and open the window even when it’s 100 out.

    I admit that I worried about Codey and how our new kids would do with him. He doesn’t like to share toys. He doesn’t like change. He doesn’t like his wheelchair so he gets around our house by scooting on his bottom.  He growls when he’s upset and can yell very, very loud.  How do you explain that behavior to a child who is mostly deaf but can hear really loud noises or a child who 4 months ago only spoke Mandarin?  It’s one thing to adopt a baby and have them grow up around it.  It is a completely different set of issues to take a 2 and 3 year old and introduce them to him.

    I’m sure you’ve heard me mention before that you should never worry because the things you worry about often don’t come to be and you couldn’t even possibly imagine what might come to be.  (Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength. – Corrie ten Boom.)  I’m not a worrier by nature, but thoughts do cross your mind – no matter who you are and how strong your faith is.  You think “How am I gonna handle this if….”.  It’s just human nature.   I wondered about whether they would get along.  What if they didn’t like each other.  What if Benjamin and Maisey were afraid of him.    Codey is a very tenderhearted, sweet, affectionate, loving little boy.  He may be 25 but he is a small child mentally.  What if their behavior made Codey sad?

    It seems I had nothing to worry about.  The other day, I found Codey trying to help Maisey on to his chair. There was no growling involved.  No yelling whatsoever.  Just secret laughs and quiet whisperings of who knows what.  Codey was politely helping Maisey up on the arm of his chair and what does she have in her hand? A SCREWDRIVER! How does a 2 year old deaf girl communicate with a 25 year old non-verbal boy? I’m pretty sure I never even considered this happening. Needless to say, I worried for nothing.   AGAIN!  They are the best of friends and I am one blessed mama.  Codey shares his toys with them.  Codey shares his food with them.  I don’t know how Codey knows that they were hurting souls, but he did.  God is good!