So much has happened and I’m so sorry I haven’t kept everyone updated.
I’ve been an emotional mess lately and I was afraid if I started writing, words would spew forth… and if I opened that well, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to dam it back up.
First things, first…
We are so excited to welcome this precious boy OFFICIALLY into our family…
He is such a special gem and we are so very blessed to call him our “son.” (His sisters and brother are also so very excited!)
After court, we had to leave our sweet boy in Africa while Embassy does their thing. We are hoping all of i’s will be dotted soon and that we can go back to bring our boy home in 2-3 months. That’s what we are praying for anyhow. We miss him already and have heard that as the weeks go by, this becomes the hardest wait yet. Not particularly looking forward to that, but I’m going to try my best to stay distracted praying, trying to learn to cook Ethiopian food and fixing his room and homeschooling our other littles… not that that will work, but ya know!
We’ve been home from Africa for a couple of weeks, and I’m just now beginning to find my voice again. There’s a lot I can’t talk about right now and other things, I just haven’t figured out how to put into words yet.
But, for now… I just wanted to show you this precious boy that so many of you stood up for. You prayed for him, you contributed to our journey, you became our family. Thank you.
I promise to write more when I can wrap my head better around some of this other stuff. Soon, hopefully!
But, for now… some fun randomness:
What was it like when you first met him? The children are told the day that we arrive that their family will be arriving. They don’t know what we look like (haven’t seen a photo of us). So, when our van pulled in, several children ran up and began calling to the others! Within seconds, he was running towards where we were. We were ushered into a large room with the other 2 families we were with. We asked that our children could be introduced to us one at a time so we could capture it on film. We let the other family go first and we could see our little boy at the door, with a nanny’s hands on his shoulders as his body seemed to magnetically just pull in our direction.
Here’s a photo of when he finally came through that door. That look on my face? Pure joy.
Then, this happened…
“Momma.” “Daddy.” and BIG hugs. (Be still, my heart.) Pure joy.
Were you scared? I was never fearful of meeting him – the only fear that haunted the very far corner of my heart was simply, “Will I be enough for him?” What if he doesn’t want to be adopted? What if he doesn’t like me and want me to be his momma? What if he’s disappointed with our home and family? -It’s no secret that we don’t own a mansion or a themepark… we don’t even have a pool or disney world passes. But, after talking to another mama, I realized that these are normal thoughts… and honestly, I will never be enough for him (or anyone else). But, that’s where grace and God comes in. I’m called to be his momma, not his God. There will probably be some hard days and lots of tears ahead of us. Let’s face it – the journey that brought him to us wasn’t all skittles and rainbows and we’re going to have lots to grieve, but we will do it together. I’m not fearful of the pain part; the loss is why we chose to be here.
Did you guys connect? Does he speak English? Yes, we connected. We brought legos and coloring books and we played and snuggled. He took photographs of us and we took them with him (lots of funny photographs and great memories!) His English is very minimal, but on the last day he was practicing some English words as he pointed to pictures of things and he was telling us the Amharic words for things. So neat! He’s a fast learner and so smart!
What was it like when you left? I was barely holding it together, but our son has watched this probably 100 times with his friends and their families…so, he knew the drill and had seen it so much. We hugged and had someone translate that we’d be back for him but had to go home for a while. He already knew. We got into the van and were about to leave when he jumped in, hugged my neck hard and kissed my cheek putting up his little hand in the universal sign language sign… I love you. “I love you, momma” he said in his broken English. I love you, too, kid. I love you, too.