"He cries in the corner where no body sees, he's the kid with the story no one would believe. He prays every night 'dear God, won't you please, could you send someone here who will love me?'"
The very first time I heard this song, I cried. I cried for Jimmy and for Alby and for all the orphans in this gigantic world.
I've talked with a lot of of people this week about what I expect when the boys come home to us. Will it be rainbows and butterflies and glittery sparkles? Heck no. It will be painful and sad and a bit heart breaking. We will be taking these boys from everything they've ever known, from the children they live with and the nuns who care for them. We will be taking away their recognition of all things comforting, familiar and friendly. We will look different, smell different, talk differently and have all new expectations of them. We will put them on a plane, which they have no comprehension of, feed them different food and be strangers.
They will be sad, confused and eventually, frustrated . . . perhaps even angry at us.
Hopefully, soon they will understand our love for them.
They will not thank us or be grateful or excited. There will not be hugs or kisses or snuggling for awhile. They will not understand the sacrifices we've made to bring them here or even care. There will be tears . . . from everyone.
Then, eventually, I hope there will be healing and trust and reciprocal love.
I pray for their hearts and for all the orphans who never know a family or wonder if they'll ever be loved.
God knows each one.
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