When we were driving home from school one day, we saw 32
geese and 12 ducks walking across the road (yes, I counted them). One of the ducks had a hurt leg and of
course, Matthew noticed.
M: You should
call the vet.
Mom: No, you don’t
really call the vet for animals in the wild.
They either make it or they don’t.
There’s not a whole lot of “caring for” that goes on. Sometimes the zoo can take care of an
animal, but not very often.
3 days later:
M: Mom, you really should have called the zoo about that
duck.
Me: No, he’s
okay. He was keeping up with the
others.
M: God has probably
healed him by now.
Me: God doesn’t
always heal animals or people that are injured.
Sometimes they just get along how they are. Can you believe how many of them were there
together?
M: It was probably
that some of them were babies that we just growing up and they look like grown-ups. They haven’t left their parents yet.
Me: Yes, that’s
possible. Good point.
M: (clouding up,
probably thinking of big Sister leaving for college a few days before) Do you think they will ever come back and
visit their parents? (Sniff sniff.)
Me: Probably.
M: Some animals are
born injured. Was I born injured?
Me: No. (Wondering...)
M: Aren’t you glad
I’ve lived to grow up?
Me: Yes, I am.
M: When I get to be a
daddy I’m going to have kids. Maybe I
will adopt them.
Do the injured kids get adopted?
Me: Yes, remember
[our friends] adopted G--- from China?
He had a cleft palate and they got him surgery to fix it.
The strange thing about this
story: M didn’t know we were
considering adopting a special needs child from Colombia. No, we really didn’t talk about it while Mr.
Supersonic Hearing was awake or in the house.
Sometimes this kid just knows stuff.
