We’ve been back in Michigan for almost 7 weeks! And Lindiwe has been with us for 3 months! I can hardly believe it. Most days I don’t even know where the time goes. Poof and the day is done! Life is full and yet it’s a good full…most days.
Lindiwe is now 17 months old.
She’s gained almost 4 pounds since we first met her! And she’d like you to know she’s SO big!
She has 6 teeth now instead of just 4 and I’m pretty sure she’s cutting about 6-8 others (thus the suspicious diaper mention).
She’s gone from just crawling to being able to stand up on her own in the middle of the room. I’m pretty sure she wanted to try the vertical leaps that I was doing during my workout today. She’s going to be walking very soon.
She’s gone from not understanding a word of English to understanding almost everything. Simply amazing! And in the last couple of weeks, she’s started to imitate more of the language after months of ma ma ma ma and ba ba ba ba.
She’s mastered signing “more”.
Most often she’s called Lynn-dee-wee (understandable), but this week she got called Lynn-dee-lou. Not sure where that came from (maybe Lucy Lu?). Well, I pretended that I didn’t notice.
We’re doing well. Not perfect…
Matt’s sleeping on the couch and Lindi’s in her crib in our room. We’ve had our share of food falling out of one’s mouth. Mealtime is not the most delightful time in the Weeda household. And Lindi’s pretty certain that someone should invent a 32 ounce bottle topped off with formula that she could sleep with all night long…I’m hoping she breaks this habit by college.
One thing that I didn’t prepare myself for was the woundedness our daughter carries with her.
We knew her story and what she’s been through…more uncertainty, sorrow and loss in those first 14 months than many of us experience in a lifetime. I just wasn’t prepared for it (she’s a baby, right?) and what that meant for our day to day lives.
With our boys, they so quickly believed that we hung the moon. We didn’t have to prove that we were trustworthy, at least not for very long. We didn’t need to convince them over and over again that our love didn’t need to be won with charm, a performance of cute or good behavior.
And it’s hard…
I want to shout from the rooftops, “Lindiwe, we love you! And we aren’t going any where…no matter what!”
I long for her to believe it deep in her bones.
I see parallels to faith…how often we question the love that Christ has for us…we question whether He truly can be trusted. We manipulate, control, perform and grasp with white knuckles when He’s asking us to let go, to sink deep in the depths of His love for each of us.
And He shouts from the rooftops, “I love you! And I’m not going any where…no matter what!”
“He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane
I am a tree
The weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these
Afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize how beautiful you are
And how great your affections are for me
Oh how he loves us so
Oh how he loves us
How he loves us so”
May our afflictions be eclipsed by glory…
And we’re beginning to see her sweet little self emerging…and it’s definitely worth the wait.