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Monday, August 15, 2005
 
Small And Simple Things
My fellow blogger and frequent commenter Lisa often takes time to relate her experiences with her son Ethan. Her posts are very moving and I greatly admire her fortitude and strength as she does her best to help her son along is obviously a very difficult path.

Her writings remind me of a time some years ago when the Ravishing Mrs. Cordeiro and I were confronting some developmental issues with our firstborn son, Corderinho. While I will not go into the details of his issues – its not really relevant to my overall point – I will just say said issues (at the time) seemed very daunting.

We were (and still are) young parents who suddenly realized we were directly responsible for making decisions that would greatly affect the future of another human being – another son of God.

Sometimes it really sucks being an adult.

The biggest issue confronting the then four-year-old Corderinho was his eyesight. When he was three he was diagnosed as pretty much legally blind – and subsequently got very strong prescription eyeglasses. Then he could see, but he had to undergo a lot of therapy and specialized training to make up for the fact that he really couldn’t see much of anything for the first years of his life.

With kids it’s really hard to tell if what you’re doing is making a difference. You get the best information you can, take the best course of action available, and hope for the best. So that’s what we did.

Getting him to all the different places he needed to go was interesting. We lived in Los Angeles at the time. In the morning, I would take him to his pre-school (in Santa Monica) and then head to work (near LAX). This was quite a trip, and traffic does nothing for my state of mind.

One day as I ran the gauntlet that is LA traffic, a “small and simple thing” happened. As I exited the Santa Monica Freeway to head east on Interstate 10 – going over the “fly over” at a painfully slow pace, I heard Corderinho singing in the back seat. This was not unusual, but for some reason I turned down the traffic report (the KFI infobabe was telling me something I already knew) I heard what he was singing, and I was truly astonished. He sang a primary song:

I love to see the Temple, I’m going there someday – to feel the Holy Spirit, to listen and to pray.
You see, for a very brief instant as you pass over the Santa Monica Freeway to go east on Interstate 10 (on a clear day – which it was) you can see the LDS Los Angeles Temple some three miles in the distance. Corderinho had seen it, and this was his way of letting me know.

Every now and then the Lord lets you know you’re doing something right.

Cordeirinho has progressed much further than any of the specialists, therapists, doctors, or any of us believed he could. He still has some catching up to do, but all of us have our individual challenges.

Corderinho’s song that day reminded me of a scripture in the latter part of the Book of Mormon. Nephi is pouring his heart out to the Lord, and the Lord reminds Nephi of a very important fact:

Behold, the Lord said, thou are Nephi, and I am God.
It’s very important that we always remember who we are, and who He is.

Here endeth the lesson.
Comments:
Thank you, my friend.

You're right, it is amazing when we get those confirming statements that it is all worth it.

Thank you for sharing your story as well. You have no idea how much it helps.
 
Your blog reminded me of when Joseph was inquiring about the suffering of the Saints while he was in the Liberty jail. He was stopped in his tracks when the Lord told him HE had suffered all.. So the pity party flies right out the window..
 
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