A Heart Overflowing

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It seemed like a little thing. A piece of paper with two small hearts. A colorful box drawn in one corner. A face of a boy with glasses sketched under four simple words. But those four simple words meant so much today. They simply stated, "I love you mom."

With seven kids in the house, I hear those words quite often. Today was special though. The words came from Mikey. They came out of the blue for no apparent reason. I hadn't hugged him and told him, "I love you" first. I hadn't given him anything. He just told me he loved me, and I wept tears of joy.

Mikey will tell me he loves me when I tell him that I love him. He will tell me he loves me if I give him something. But I don't ever remember him just telling me he loves me without something to prompt him. This is a milestone, and my heart is overflowing with joy.

I haven't shared Mikey's story yet. He was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder before he came to our home at the age of five. RAD is a condition where children fail to make proper bonds with the significant people in their lives. It is a difficult condition, and many never overcome the bonds of this disorder. I will share more of Mikey's story later, but for now I rejoice in those four simple words, "I love you mom." To God be the praise and glory! Amen.

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  1. DeedeeOctober 30, 2010 at 11:23 AM

    I'm celebrating with you as one Mom of a child with RAD to another!!! I'm sooo happy for you! I look forward to hearing the rest of the story. I really enjoy your blog. - Deedee
    www.homeschoolblogger.com/deedeeuk

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  2. NatashaOctober 30, 2010 at 10:51 PM

    RAD is so challenging. It has literally kept me on my knees. I am happy that God can use our struggles to encourage others. I would be blessed to visit with you I am sure. There is so much I need to learn.

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