Hope for Baby Bennett: Orrier mark

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Orrier mark

Today after nap, Bodie and I were snuggling. All of the sudden, he sat up, pointed down at one of his chest tube scars (which, by the way, look far worse than the chest incision scar, which has always kind of surprised me) and said "boo boo, mama. Boo boo."

I had to catch my breath. My sweet little man. Of course I knew he'd notice someday. I guess I just didn't realize it'd be so soon. Thinking of one of the most important lessons I have to teach him, to be proud and not ashamed of what he's been through and what those scars represent, I gently corrected him and said "no boo boo, sweetheart. It's your warrior mark."

He looked up at me with a huge grin, eyes full of wonder and pronounced proudly "Orrier mark, mama." Yep, my little "orrier" indeed.

5 comments:

JennyMay 7, 2012 at 7:06 AM
Awww Bodie- You're getting SO big <3 Aly says the same thing (boo-boo). Aly also has a chest tube scar that looks so much worse than her chest scar. Most of them are fine but there is one that is bad. I have always found that weird too.
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StefenieMay 7, 2012 at 5:43 PM
Very cute! Sweet Bodie! I remember when Logan noticed his scars for the first time too.
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ShannonMay 7, 2012 at 9:19 PM
Aww!! I love him! :)
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UnknownMay 8, 2012 at 8:51 AM
aw what a little cutie!
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Heather May 13, 2012 at 11:18 AM
I love your blog entries amy!! i have to tell you that i felt your pain, sort of sort of when your niece was born. all the things you didn't get to do with Bodie, all the ways that she looked and he didn't...i thought of how i felt whenever a friend or family member has a baby and i go to the hospital to see them. it's a gentle pull, covered by a tidal wave, then tears, then appreciation for the babies God has trusted me with, etc. your way of explaining this totally hit home with me.
i also wanted you to know that the hand foot and mouth is the worst. caroline has had it all week and i didn't even know she had it until the sitter called to tell me she had bumps all over the palms of her hands. ugh. i am glad he is doing better....xoxox
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."