Because I am so blessed, and, thankful to live in America. I am Free. I am Free to pray it forward. Free to live. Free to keep my children born with disabilities home with me and raise them in their family. Free. And I am Free to raise money for a tiny orphan, residing in my son's former orphanage.
Just over 4 years ago, a woman named Natalia did not feel free to keep her child (or if she was she didn't feel she could raise that child) and put him up for adoption. Why? Down syndrome. Disability. Shame and Imperfection according to that society...that child, my son, is home now. Home in America. Free to go to school. Free to love. Free to live. Free to be Jadon. Yes, he was born with Down syndrome. Yes, he has a disability. He is not a shame--their choice was. He is not imperfect--their ideals are. He is blessed. Free.
Flash back just over 3 years ago, a little girl was born. Maybe she came into the world kicking and screaming...or, maybe, she didn't and that was the first strike against her. Fair skinned. Hazel-eyed. Dark hair. A tiny rose-bud mouth. Maybe she was wanted...or, maybe, she wasn't. She was born, and, at some point in time, the doctor realized she was imperfect. Broken. Her mother no longer would keep her. She most likely was left, abandoned at the labor house, probably within days of being pushed from the safety of her mother's womb. Alone. Her most basic needs are met and nothing more.
No one holds her in love. No one has put her to their breast, gazing into her eyes and, lovingly breathed in the sweet baby smell she exudes when just given a bath. Nor has one has ever lovingly given her a bottle, nicely warmed, and held her close to their heart praying her life will be full and happy. No one has ever cared for her the only way a mother can. No one. Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten. Stifled.
No one has sat and played with this tiny waif. No one has exercised her spastic muscles and massaged her with lotion. No one has given her anything to look at and focus on to help correct the strabismus of her eyes. No one.
She is tiny, very tiny, from what I have been told from a person who saw her just last month. I can tell you, I am certain she is tiny. My son was tiny--just 17 lbs at 3 years old and a mere 27 inches tall. My oldest son was nearly that large at 4 months of age. I can tell you she will thrive in a loving home. I can tell you I wish that home were mine. I am not ashamed to admit that wish. I am dedicated to praying it forward for Maggie, the wee girl I've been describing. I am dedicated to raising as much awareness and money as Supremely possible for Maggie--I say Supremely because this is up to God, I am just an instrument.
You can shop for Maggie by clicking on my Scentsy logo at the top of my sidebar--there is a party link called Maggie. You can shop through that link, or just shop my page..it does not matter. She is getting my full commission for the next two months no matter how or where the purchase is made.
If you'd like to donate directly through Reece's Rainbow's website, which is 100% tax deductible, please click this link http://reecesrainbow.org/13892/maggie4110 or on Maggie's picture at the top of my sidebar that is where you will find Maggie and her adoption fund.
You are free to make a choice to help just one...she knows no such freedom, yet. Thank you, each one for helping so far. I pray this wonderful streak continues. I am praying Maggie's family realizes she is waiting for them to come.
"I will go before you and will level the mountains; I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name." Isaiah 45:2-3 (NIV)
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