Recently a friend posted the song 'Defying Gravity from Wicked. As I listened to it, the lyrics hit me in a whole new light, this song was Eli - his whole little soul has been trying to defy gravity.
Walking in like a scene from a horror movie has the effect of quickly getting us admitted. The staff was quick to clean the trail of blood we left in our wake and once we were in a room Eli settled down and I could finally put pressure on his finger. He calmed with my singing but began screaming like a banshee when any staff entered the room
Once Kent got there, they drugged Eli so he would calm down enough to for the staff to look at the wound. The area was numbed and six stitches put in. We went home, happy to get back to eat a late lunch and soak our van in peroxide!
The Lord was looking out for us because the very moment I discovered this our friend Jeff arrived. He took over feeding the other kids and we headed back to the hospital. The staff that attended us before had yet to leave their shift, the wound was cleaned yet again, stitches checked and then it was throughly wrapped.
All he wants is to be just like everyone else. If everyone else can serve themselves, he can too. He's the child who pulls out the broom to 'sweep' when I tell everyone to clean up. If I tell everyone it's dinner time, he hauls a handful of utensils and dumps them proudly on the table. When I'm doing laundry, he rushes over to help move the load into the dryer or to pull the clean clothes into the laundry basket for folding. Sometimes such assertiveness has disasterous results, for example if everyone uses a potty he wants too as well.
Little man practicing basketball. He could do this for an hour at least.
I've begun to better understand how he is frustrated at the world and even at me so very often. He's terribly cute, doll like with his glasses and upraised head tilt. It's easy to think of him as being so little and expect less. This is further enhanced by his inability to communicate clearly yet. Meanwhile the giant inside him aspires to more, his patience and obsessive pursuit of his goal will undoubtly bring him success. Perhaps because so many like him have had to struggle against so many odds is why we dare to dream for these children. While he may not pursue an acting careers, modeling or own his is own restaurant someday, what ever he becomes is what he will truly want for himself and why he will be so happy. He will have earned it and appreciate it more than most of us.