Just One of Our Many Miracles...for Cindy from Jimae

Long about seven years ago

We still had a son at home

He had served his family and his God

And now pursued his education.

His evenings and weekends were spent at home

Or at his work or school.

Rarely a word or action

Indicated he would rather be elsewhere.

Then his job was changed

To the Movies 9, quite aways away.

Clear out in somewhere called Sandy

And soon we saw a change.

He seemed anxious to get to work

Just a little bit early or coming home somewhat late.

Slight changes in his attitudes

And a lightness in his step.

One night he told his mother

He had an important event on Thursday-

What was it ? That's right -

A real life date.

The kind that required planning

A setting apart of time

A question to be asked

But need to happen fast.

You see, our forthcoming miracle

Was leaving for a 6 month stint

Out somewhere in the South called Louisville

To work and learn and grow.

“She” was leaving soon and would be going-

Gone for who knows how long-

To work and learn and grow

And our son wanted to make an impression.

That she might consider continuing

Their friendship that was just beginning-

Well, she left, was gone and we notoiced

He was around at home again.

However, he was often on the phone at nights

And kinda mopey there times after.

It was almost Easter and he came to me

And said “I'd like to send a package.”

Well, I asked him, what would you like to send?

I don't know – just something kinda cute.

Not jewelry or flowers, that's too much

So please help me figure it out.

At the grocery store, I saw the perfect thing!

The “cutest” thing of all -

It would take some manouvering and boxing

and some extensive packaging.

But overall it didn't really weigh much -

So back to the store I went with my son in tow

“Are you sure Mom - A girl would really like this?”

“Trust me son – it's perfect.”

And so it was that it arrived

In Louisville two days later.

Just in time for Easter

A giant yellow duck!

Bigger than a breadbox –

Actually bigger than a living room chair.

And as far as I know the story goes

That the first response was from her broher.

To his parents he made a call-

You won't believe what came in the mail

It's something just bizarre -

A giant yellow duck!

I think this guy might like her-

Our little sister, Cindy.

Why else would a guy fuss like that

It just really isn't natural.

Well it certainly encuraged the relationship,

And soon she was coming home.

They got to know each other better,

They dated and played and soon became our daughter.

Well, time passed and they finished their educations

And then presented us with the most beautiful baby boy.

He was perfect...tiny toes and nose

Big eyes and lots of dark hair.

But as our James grew older

We recognized delays and were eventually told

That he would be slow to walk and talk

But oh - how he could smile!

And laugh right out loud with the best of us-

So, with smiles and hugs for both grandmas-

Singing Songs and blowing kisses

He was our precious darling boy.

This year I was honored to think about

And serve our miracle, Cindy.

I wanted to show her my love

And appreciaiton for the beautiful person she is.

If I could just do a couple of things...

To make her job somewhat easier.

I wanted to give her a few minutes of peace

Or a little time on own her own.

And so I watched for ways -

To have Grandma time with James

A few times to the park and the swimming pool

And also an amusement park.

Best of all was my privelage

To pick him up after school at his bus

And then take him home to his family

Just me and him in my white car.

Each time I had a little gift for him

(And in this case it wasn't candy)

Instead something he loves with little wheels

Something small to hold in his hands.

I wanted to be his “Santa”

And found him the very perfect gift.

A big yellow school bus that he could sit in and pretend to drive

That also had a mini roadway and lots of cars.

Other acts of service this year,

Such as serving the families at the shelter-

But my true opportunity came in November,

When I learned of a class – especially for those

Who love a child with Autism.

And so I enrolled and attended,

With Dad along the first time.

I loved the learning experience, the stories and examples

And will continue another five times.

And so this year has ended.

A new year will be coming along-

And I will continue thinking about

And daily praying for you and your sweet family-

Just One Of Our Many Miracles.