To Lena, as you grow up
You get to be our child, and that is all you have to be. Yes, your childhood is set to be quite different from that of your North American peers, your challenges different. When well meaning people say things about being a “little missionary,” don’t take it to your heart, my dear. In North America, an accountant’s daughter is not expected to be concerned with tax code, a fireman’s child is not expected to respond to emergency calls in the dead of night, and no one is asking a trucker’s child to obtain a commercial license and know all the best routes to drive in winter weather. In the same way, you are not expected to be an evangelist, a linguist, a relief worker or any of the other hats we are wont to wear. We do not expect you to be anything but a kid, and we will do all we can to make sure that your childhood is filled with good friendships and time spent soaking in the good and beautiful things that fill this world. (In the words of a wise mother, you aren’t here to introduce people to Jesus, your job is to be a kid.)
Our love for you is not contingent on your choices and accomplishments. Your worth has nothing to do with what you “do” or who you become; our home will not be a meritocracy. You are free to doubt, to disagree, to be angry, to be sad, to miss all the places and people who will inevitably wind their way into your little people-loving heart. You are free to be you, and if you choose one day to walk a path that is quite different from the one in which you started, none of this will change our love for you.
We know life everywhere has its hardships. No matter where we are, there are always dear people and things elsewhere, and we are bound to miss them. A choice is a limitation, and for those of us who have the luxury of choice, we all have to choose a life somewhere, and that inevitably means missing a different life somewhere else. Our hope is that you will one day look back and cherish the childhood you are now being given, and that you will see God’s hand in your life despite having imperfect parents and growing up in a broken world. We hope most of all that you will grow up to cherish the sweet love of your Maker.
But whether or not our hopes come to fruition, know this: all you ought to be is Magdalena Lily. And you already are.
“I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when He thought of you first.” – George MacDonald
Dear friends who become family; how can we even begin to express our gratitude for the wonderful people God places in our lives?