We're together but...

I have mostly used this blog as a tool to document our journey with Eva.  But, I would be remiss to not include the mussing of my oldest, Mia.  

And with that, I must explain how tender hearted my Mia can be.  It can be her tool of manipulation but there is also a genuine gentle spirit there.  Yesterday, my girls were picking at each other as only they know how to do.  "She took my baby."  "My monkey, monnnnnkey!"  After multiple periods of separation and thinking about how to show love to each other, I was at a loss.  

I decided to put them in Eva's small bed together.  Their job was to consider how to show each other love.... rub each other's back, sing songs together, tell each other a story.  I left the room.  Minutes later, Mia is SOBBING.  With a deep sigh, I attempt to remain calm while I walk to their room.  

With tears rolling and a genuine broken heart, Mia says, "Mama, Eva and me.... we... we... we're together but we aren't TOGETHER!"  Eva would not receive Mia's acts of love.  She wouldn't allow Mia to hug her or be gentle toward her.  Mia sobbed, "She doesn't lovvvve me."  Oh, Mia.  

After calming the situation and aiding in the girls' reconciliation, I realized how true Mia's statement was.  Sometimes we hurt others and they will not receive our apologies... rightfully so as they have learned to not trust us.  Sometimes we wound others and, with a hard heart, they reject our apologies... we need to admit our wrongs anyways.  Thanks for the life lesson Sis.

no more therapy

Special update: 


Eva has been in physical therapy for 4 months... meeting only once a month.  Her therapist is so impressed with her improvement that she told me that Eva no long NEEDS therapy!  Wow!  The therapist asked if I wanted to continue to challenge Eva, which of course I do, so we get to continue to keep going to therapy but it is because she is excelling!  Praise the Lord!!