Sherri Gragg

Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards

Tell Me The Story

When it was time for her bath last night, Claudine rummaged around in her basket and found an almost empty tube of Hello Kitty bath gel.  I had taken this tube of bath gel to Haiti the first time I visited her.  It is not unusual for Claudine to hold on to things.  This practice is not to the extreme of hoarding, a common behavior among newly adopted children, but she does see treasures in the everyday things some children would deem worthless. 

She opened the tube and squeezed most of the remaining gel onto her wash cloth and then held it to her nose.

“This smells like Haiti,” she said.  “It smells like the first time you came to visit me.”

“You remember that?” I asked. 

“Yes,” she replied with a soft smile. “I remember.”

“Let me smell,” I said.

Then, inhaling the soft, sweet, floral fragrance, I too returned to Haiti and my heart was filled with homesick longing. 

“You are right,” I said “It does smell like Haiti.”

Suddenly the small tube of bath gel seemed precious and I felt sorry it was almost empty.  It seemed that when it was gone, a little bit more of Haiti would be lost from us as well.  Already, we both struggle to remember our Creole and as the months, and now years drift by I find that Claudine much prefers the taste of pizza to beans and rice. 

A shadow of disquiet and sadness crossed her face as I shut off the water and wrapped her in a fluffy, white towel.  Her eyes sought mine, and fear darted through them as she realized part of her was fading away and although she gladly embraced the present, something innate within her also needed to touch the past. 

“Mommy, tell me about Haiti,” she said “Tell me the story about how I came home.”

And so I began.  The story is a long one but she stood beside me listening to every word as I held Roseline on my lap to brush her hair free of tangles and coax it into afro-puffs.  I continued the story as I brushed Roseline’s teeth and somewhere along the way Jeremiah was drawn to it as well.  We sat down in the floor and told the story still.  There were no pictures but my three little ones’ attention never waned. 

Sadness flooded Claudine’s face as I told her about how we could not obtain the passport and that we feared we would not be able to bring her home.  Her face lit with wonder and fulfillment when I told her about her birth parent’s call to the orphanage director while we were sitting in the passport office because he wanted to know if his girls had gone. 

He cared.

I told her about how I had a decision to make that morning when all seemed lost as to whether I would believe God could bring her home or not.  Would I praise him or not?  Was he really able to do miracles?  Her eyes watched my face intently to discern whether I ever had given up hope and then her face broke into a smile when I told her my faith held firm.

Together, we revisited our joy when we finally held the passport in our hands and we all clapped as we remembered how God delivered Claudine to come home.  Side by side, we waded back through the sorrow of her good-byes.

I told the story until the plane landed in Tennessee but wanted to end it there because the hour was late and the children needed to go to bed.

“But, Mommy,” she said “Tell me about coming home.”

And so I did.

And I did not stop until she was settled safely in bed beside me that first night.

After the story, it was time for prayer and when it was Claudine’s turn, the English might have been broken in places but I know God’s ear was attentive as she said,

“Thank you God, for my family.  Thank you for Mommy, Daddy, Christopher, Meghan, Jeremiah and Roseline.  Thank you for this house, these toys, these books and my bed.

And thank you God, that I came home.

Amen.”

Amen.

“God sets the lonely in families.”

Psalm 68:6a

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6 comments on “Tell Me The Story

  1. mama2roo
    April 17, 2007

    AMEN!

  2. Randy Elrod
    April 17, 2007

    Sherri,

    Thanks for visiting Ethos. I would be interested to know who told you about my blog.

    Congratulation on your new family members. Awesome!!!

    Would you like to reciprocate blog links? Let me know. If so, link to me at: http://www.randyelrod.typepad.com and I will go ahead and link to you o my reciprocal blogroll.

    thanks and great blog!

    Randy

  3. totaltransformation
    April 18, 2007

    “thank you God, that I came home.”

    A moving prayer. Oh, the wonderful things children say without even knowing it. 🙂

  4. everydaymiracle
    April 18, 2007

    As you can imagine, I never tire of hearing her express her happiness and thankfulness to be here.

    Thankfulness it seems, breeds thankfulness.

    Sherri

  5. refinedone
    April 19, 2007

    Sherri
    I am in tears here… I thank God for all your lives.

    you are an inspiration, just to let you know… telling your story brakes down so many boundries…it make what adoption “do able” I realy hope you understand me…
    I have been away to Nigeria for about 2weeks… and in my trip i went to an orphanage with a group I volunteer with call Linkachild …. there I just fell in love with a little girl called Sola…i could not express why it was her i just took to…I say they are not adopting at the moment, but i just don’t care … i still love her and intend to keep looking after her…

    so hear you baby say here prayer just pulled at my heart… cos she is with her family that love and would protect her…

    stay blessed!!! and kisses to all you babies 🙂

  6. everydaymiracle
    April 19, 2007

    refinedone,

    Yeah! You are back and I am so glad! I hope you will write about your trip to Nigeria on your blog. I want to hear everything.

    Thanks for your sweet encouragement,

    Sherri

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