Sophi is such a trooper! She is independent and works hard to do everything by herself. She loves to help and will carry things in her mouth or between her chin and her shoulder. She gets up and down stairs by herself. She is so precious. She rarely ever shows sadness about her missing arms. In fact, she usually is quite content with “feet-hands” and “leg-arms” as she calls them. Her usually cheerful attitude made this exchange all the more poignant:
Sophi had a roll of Smarties candy. She tried and tried to open it with her toes, but just couldn’t figure it out. Suddenly she just went to pieces. She sobbed and sobbed and was so distraught. I held her and rocked her in our easy chair. I opened the Smarties and she ate them with her “toe-fingers.” Once she calmed down, I helped her out of my lap and held out the wrapper to her. “Here Sophi,” I said. “Go throw this away.” She looked at me with hauntingly sad little eyes and said, “I can’t. I no have arms.”
Oh, sweet Sophi. I am so sorry. You have some challenging days ahead of you. Fortunately, you have an indomitable spirit. You rebounded quickly from this experience and will do so with more tough experiences in the future.
I am so grateful for a personal witness that Jesus Christ is our Lord. That through him, someday, you will be able to look into my eyes and say, “I can do it, Daddy. I have arms!” I love you, Soph.