Lullaby, little one.
Know our time together has just begun…
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Sometimes we are reminded that our time with Matthew – time we once thought would be very short – has really just begun. And, more importantly, God’s work in him and through him has only just begun. The miracle of Matthew was not finished with healing of his little body. God has big plans for our little boy, and sometimes we get a small glimpse of that.
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Wednesday evening, I was carrying Matthew down the hall on the way to put him to bed, when we reached out his little hand toward a photo on our wall, and said, “uh.” That’s his way of saying, “I want!” so we stopped to look at the picture. It was a portrait of my brother’s family. Matthew signed “baby,” and pointed to their littlest girl, then to all the cousins, and as he pointed, I narrated as usual. “Yes, that’s baby Teresa … and Dominic, and Catherine, and Christopher, and Marianne, and Bernadette, and Uncle Ken, and Aunt Danielle.” Satisfied, Matthew held out his pudgy little hand and indicated the whole family. “Your cousins,” I said, and he nodded.
You see, that is the method of communication that works best for us right now. Matthew signs or gestures, and I narrate. If I’m right, I usually get a nod, or at least a look of “yes, Mommy – you are right, and you are understanding me.” If I’m wrong, I usually get an emphatic, “no!” or shake of the head, and he signs again. He’s pretty good at making himself understood.
After naming all the cousins, Matthew put his hands together. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I guessed the only sign I could think of: “Pray?” Matthew nodded “yes.” He pointed at the picture again, signed “pray,” then put his hand on his chest: “Matthew.”
“They pray for Matthew?”
“yes,” he responded with an enthusiastic nod.
I was a little stunned, but Matthew was satisfied that I had understood what he was trying to tell me, and was done looking at the photos on the wall, so I put the little wonder to bed and promptly called my brother.
“I have to tell you what happened here tonight,” I began. I explained that Matthew just doesn’t put things like that together – a full sentence, especially when we hadn’t been talking about prayer or their family, was quite remarkable. In fact, I hadn’t ever seen him sign “pray” except at the dinner table.
“How long ago was that,” my brother asked.
“About 20 minutes ….. why?”
“Well, we finished our family rosary about a half hour ago, and Matthew was our intention,” he replied, not surprised at all that Matthew knew of their prayers for him.
To all of you who have kept Matthew in your prayers: Thank you. Somehow, I think he knows – and he has shown us that prayer is more powerful than we had ever imagined.
Matthew, I’ve said it before, but I just want you to know what an honor and joy it is to be your mother. xoxo