I dropped Marcy off at college in Indiana yesterday. I didn't cry but she did. I had my grandson with me and when she told him goodbye she broke down and sobbed. It was hard.
We adopted Marcy when she was 10. She was the youngest of a sibling group of three we adopted. Jessica was 12 and Jesse was 11. Had we not adopted her, they were going to institutionalize her. Marcy has FAS or Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. She was born addicted to cocaine and legally drunk. She was an emergency c-section at 30 weeks. She weighed 2 lbs. 3 oz. and her heart stopped twice in the delivery room.
A great deal of prayer and Bible reading and Bible memorization has gone into Marcy in the past 10 years. Her dad and I have shed tears and held on for one of the wildest rides of our lives. But, when she is doing well, she is the sweetest of our children. Mark is really going to miss her because every night, she made his lunch for the next day and at 4:30 every morning, she got up to have coffee with her dad before he went to work.
Going away to college is a BIG victory for her. She has struggled all through school and will probably struggle through college. We chose a college that willingly accepts "marginal" students and works with them. I don't know the exact statistic but I know that at least 75% of people with FAS never live independently. Marcy will always need counsel but she has come so much farther than anyone ever dreamed.
Pray for Marcy.