Monday, October 19, 2009

The horse picture.

Tonight, after a long day of no school, carving pumpkins, playing outside, playing inside, and general ruckus-making, the kids had settled down, bathed, and gotten ready for bed.  I walked into the kitchen to find Sadie, in her flowered nightgown, wet hair, and brushed teeth sitting with Dea drawing a picture.

As long as we've known him, Dea has loved to draw.  He'll draw anything and everything but, honestly, doesn't talk a whole lot about it.

Tonight, as I cleaned the kitchen, swept the floor and folded laundry, I overheard him talking with Sadie about the picture she was busy creating.

"Dea, can you draw me a horse?"

"Sadie, YOU can draw a horse, just imagine what it looks like.  Does it have a long neck or a short one?  How long is it's mane?"

"My horse has a long neck and a long mane."

"Then draw what you're imagining...that's great, now how does a horse look?  Does his body go down straight like ours or sideways?"

"Sidewords."

"That's right.  Now, if the mane is long, it will cover up some of the body so you have to start drawing it here, instead of here.  See?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Now, is your horse just on a piece of paper or is it somewhere like a street, or a field, or going up a hill to get something to eat at McDonald's?"

"Up a hill to go to McDonald's."

"Great, then draw that.  Just like you are imagining it."

He sat with her for probably thirty minutes.  Every once in a while he'd answer a text but otherwise, he was listening to her talk and laugh, and then she'd toot and they'd both laugh.  He didn't get impatient with her, tell her he had other things he had to do, or take the pencil from her and draw it for her - draw it better.  He just answered her questions, asked her what she was thinking about her horse, and encouraged her to put it on paper.

She's a spunky, sweet, red-headed, five year old and he's a black, eighteen year old boy from the hood.  Two years ago, they were strangers.  Today, their brother and sister.

We get told all the time that we're giving Dea and Darius a chance they might not have otherwise had.  What we realize all the time, though - especially in moments like this - is that they are the part of our family that we didn't know was missing until they landed on our door.  They found us, and blessed us, and they're giving us a chance we might not have had without them.

20 comments:

The Rowlands said...

Love it! Great story :)

Virtual Teacher Collaboration said...

This is exactly how I feel about my students. I get told all the time that the world needs more teachers like me who will teach in the hood - who have a heart for "those kind of kids". In actuality, it is I who am
blessed because I get to spend my days with some pretty amazing kids who teach me just as much and maybe more than I teach them on any given day. They bless me with their trust and confidence in my ability to help them reach their dreams.

God does not waste anything. The blessings go both ways!

Henley on the Horn said...

I love this. What a blessing for both Dea and Sadie.... and you as you listened. I love how he taught her to draw and to use her imagination. Thank you for sharing!

Karin Katherine said...

What a great post...and now I'm back on the fence about adopting an older child from Foster Care....

Stacy said...

That brings tears to my eyes. The kind that makes your nose sting!
THanks for sharing. I love stories like this.

Jill said...

It is nine thirty in the morning my friend, I have plans of laundry and schooling to do....and now I have to go clean up the sloppy mess I am in and have some time with Jesus because your family blesses my socks off...Thanks. Really.

emily said...

Really great! Did I tell you that I have watched the Blind Side trailer about 100 times and seriously cry EVERY time! Kids are reading it right now too. Are you still listening to it?

Such a wonderful picture of the gospel and being open to whatever the Lord has for us- and you are right, the blessing is both ways.

ehardin said...

That give me chills!

Anonymous said...

BEA-U-TI-FUL!!!

Heather

Walter said...

WOW - thanks, Melissa. Great start to the day.

Holli said...

God is so good to bless us with children that don't have the same DNA. From the other side of the world, another state or in the hood.
God is so good!

Anonymous said...

*bloop bloop*

Becca said...

oh this totally made me tear up. I feel the same way about Sabo and Jayci - it's such a blessing for US! :-) and your life is exactly what Adam and I envision for ourselves here in Atlanta . . . I cant wait to see it in person!

Grateful for Grace said...

Bea-u-tiful!

Candy said...

Great post. Love that God put Dea and Sadie together to share their love of art which is, after all, His idea. All creative effort flows from the One who is Supreme Artist/Creator!

Blessings to you!!

Nanny

Joyce said...

This was the sweetest!

mindalou said...

amen sista, amen!

mindalou said...

amen sista, amen!

allthingsjuice said...

Thanks for sharing this story. God is good.

LoLa said...

Yes! and he could be an art teacher or world leader!