For Chloe

We use the word “orthopedic” to describe the branch of medicine called to correct or repair bones and muscles.

The word comes from an older word, “orthopedia” which Nicholas Andry, a professor of medicine at the University of Paris, used to title his book published in 1741.

It comes from two Greek words.

Orthos, meaning “straight and free from deformity”

And paidios, which means “child”.

Nicholas Andry wrote about the importance of treating children born with physical challenges.

Freeing them from difficulties many face from birth.

While the orthopedic world has come a long way, it’s incredible to consider its roots.

Even in a literal sense.

Nicholas Andry chose a symbol to represent his mission in orthopedia.

He penned a young tree with a bend in its trunk tied to a stake.

A little tree who needed a little help to grow.

When my sister Chloe was born, we discovered that she had a club foot.

She needed a little help to grow.

This tiny girl endured surgery, wore corrective shoes, braces, and endured extensive casting.

Each step she takes is a miracle.

We refer to the Savior as the Master Physician.

But sometimes I wonder if He would have been an Orthopedic.

One who corrects.

Repairs.

Who frees us from difficulties.

Who wants to help us take steps.

One who sees the child in all of us.

I think He knows we need a little help to grow.

​And He's happy to help.