Sunday, August 7, 2011

Wind of Change

Since we've been home, we've been busy doing laundry (I finally unpacked, but haven't hung up my clean clothes yet!), spending time at the pool and beach (before summer ends) and trying to get our last documents finalized for court. Oh, and trying to organize our last fundraisers (how could I forget)!

But I won't post about that this time.  I wanted to share some more about our experience in Maria's country.  We actually really loved it.  If I hear anyone speaking the language I immediately tell my husband.  Not that I understand it, but now I RECOGNIZE it- which, trust me, is an improvement.  Yesterday we were in Costco and I heard a couple speaking and I so wished I could go over and talk to them and let them know we were adopting and I had just come back from their country, but I didn't.  They probably spoke English, but I just thought they might think I'm weird.

Anyway, from our experience, they love music in this country.  We brought CD's from my husband's band as gifts for everyone and they loved them.  We spent a LOT of time in the car with our driver and on the last day as we were driving away from the orphanage this song was on the radio:

I didn't think much about it, except that I hadn't heard it in a really long time, but it was a song I heard a lot when I was around the Jr. High age. You know how a song will remind you of a place in your life- that was this song.  For several days, I couldn't get it out of my head.

This song has a lot of significance in it. First it was written about the end of the cold war era and references places in Maria's country. Second it talks about changes. We realize that, now more than ever, our life is going to change.  And we're ok with it.  We have been preparing ourselves with information and resources to help us parent a child who is adopted and has Down syndrome.  Also throw into the mix that she is not an infant, but an older child, independent and verbal (and strong!)  We are not naive to all of this- but we are fully confident that God has called us to this and His grace is sufficient.

I am missing Maria now.  I am not worried, or anxious though, because she is being taken care of.  Just missing her and hopeful about bringing her home soon!

1 comment:

  1. I completely understand your missing her. I have been missing Zeb so much for the last couple of months. But, like you, I know that he is well cared for. I just can't wait to bring him home!
    How was your jet lag?
    It won't be long now.


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