I love my bed, don’t you love your bed? Think about it for a minute. When you’ve been out of town for awhile, don’t you just look forward to your OWN BED? There’s just nothing else like it. And oh, that first night back in your bed after you’ve been away on a trip? You know the feeling…you sink in with that warm “home” feeling. Eyes close before you even hit the pillow.
Our 5 year old, Keith, was adopted from China last November. Eight months since he’s slept in the bed. That bed. The bed he had slept in all of his life minus his first six months. That bed. The bed that held that warm “home” feeling.
Has he missed it? You better believe it. I know I would too. Can you imagine? He has missed every little thing about China. He doesn’t want to go back to live there, make no mistake. But he DOES want to take US back to sleep in HIS bed. In a way, that is so sweet it makes me smile to type it. And in another way, it makes me cry.
Each day, he talks of China and his “Nai Nai” (foster grandmother) a *little* less and less…but not much less. He is passionate about his life in China. He loved it. And he loves this life in America too. He has an amazing resiliency and easy-going personality. Yet I have been patiently waiting for our home and his room and his “new” bed to feel like “home.”
Recently we had to go out of town for a week. Upon arriving home, everyone was busy getting their things out of the van, unpacking, etc. But Keith? He was wallowing and rolling in his bed. As soon as I walked in his room and saw him, he declared, “I MISSED MY BED, MAMA!”
Yes, the bed. THAT bed. The bed has gained its honor, folks! (and a boy has gained his forever home) Hallelujah for the warm “home” feeling of a bed!