A #OneChildNow Story
Have you ever met a little boy that was two years old going on 19?
That is Cody! He cracks us up all the time. Just the other day, I turned on Bruno Mars while I was vacuuming. I come around the corner and this little guy is slowly taking steps backwards with his hat on as if he was trying to moonwalk!
Cody has been a part of our family for the last five months. He was only a one-year-old when he was brought to our home after he was removed from a dangerous situation at home.
It was challenging at first because he was constantly running away. Never underestimate the speed of a one-year-old! Every time we would try to hug or embrace him, he would scream. It broke my heart. When we were licensed in our foster-parenting class, they would talk about hugging and embracing these children to show them as much love as possible. But I felt like Cody hated us. I was afraid to take him out in public because of the way he would react.
I knew he wasn’t a misbehaving child. I knew he was just scared. But it was extremely hard to connect. I even thought it was possibly a problem with me, personally. Maybe he would get along better with another foster mom.
I prayed each night. At first I prayed that God would make it better for us. But after a few months, I finally realized that this wasn’t about my comfort. Just like my relationship with Jesus, I know He probably feels this way about me. He loves me so much but doesn’t understand why I want nothing to do with Him at times. So instead I prayed for my walk with God–my relationship with Him—that I would draw closer to Him and understand His great love for me. I would then pray that Cody would find comfort in our home and know that I loved him.
One evening I was watching TV while he was playing with his toy truck. I noticed him cry softly. This was unusual because when this kid cries – he CRIES! I crawled over slowly to him and could hear his soft little whimper.
“What’s the matter, Cody?” I said.
He turned toward me. His little bottom lip quivered. He turned toward me, and then looked back down. He was looking at his toy car. The wheel had fallen off.
“Oh no,” I said and a soft voice.
I reached over carefully. This was the longest he had ever stayed this close for this long. The wheel had come off, but it was an easy fix. I handed it back to him. Cody took it back and began playing. His tears were still on his cheeks, but he was done crying.
After making sure he was content again, I went back to the couch to finish watching my show.
About 5 minutes later, little Cody crawled onto the couch and began driving his truck on my leg. I tried not to react too much, but I swear I was about to lose it. He came over to me!!!
He ended up falling asleep in my arms that night. We’ve been inseparable since.