Hoping to someday find M's brother adopted in the U.S. -
Myckola Oleksandrovych Markov - 8/26/2003

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

More Visits. Hard Goodbyes

We're in a holding pattern here until court.  We visit the boys for a few hours after school during the week, and get much longer visits on the weekends.  We bring the iPad, a soccer ball, a frisbee, and other little toys to play with.  We also try to bring a snack for the entire grouppa.  I think we won't be bringing the electronics anymore though because the kids want to all fight over who gets to play.  Even when we have them take turns, someone gets upset and upset turns to hitting... and well that's not a fun visit.  We visit with the whole grouppa so its not just our boys that want to play.  We're trying to include all of the kids, but they are all really needy and attention starved so it can be really challenging, especially because our boys have laid claim to us as "theirs."  

V has been getting upset near time for us to go.  He'll just go into a crying fit over something completely ridiculous and we thought he was maybe just being dramatic at first, but after a few days of starting to cry before we leave I realized he is getting upset over that.  Today he just sobbed and sobbed.  I promised we'd be back tomorrow and that soon he'll get to come to America with us forever, but he's 8.  He doesn't understand forever because he's never had it.  He's always had to say goodbye and its hard to keep saying it.  All of the boys keep asking if they can go to America "tomorrow?" and we keep saying SOON!  Please dear Lord let the paperwork line up so we can come home SOON!

Our kids at home keep asking when we are coming home and our kids here keep begging us to take them home.  No one wants to be home more than us!  "Goodbye" at the orphanage steps and "goodbye" on Skype are both HARD!

In other news, we are really enjoying the city.  We have a supermarket near us, a VERY large open air market about a mile or two from our apartment, and a very good (and cheap) pizza place about a half mile walk from our apartment.  There is also a second hand store right across the street.  It seems we'll probably be shopping there some more since my boys don't seem to have any clothes I sent back with them from hosting.     

1 comment:

Buck said...

Erin, as someone who stumbled across your blog and have been following it regularly throughout your Ukrainian trip, I felt that you needed to hear a supportive comment. Thank you for sharing your experiences, and the efforts you are making to better the lives of three apparently amazing boys.

My wife and I adopted a toddler from Ukraine and later, an older child from Kazakhstan. I know that what you are going through right now can vary between joy and frustration -- all in the same day.

Hang in there and realize that you have plenty of people you don't even know praying for you and your family.


We witness a miracle every time a child enters into life; but those who make their journey home across time and miles, growing within the hearts of those who wait to love them,are carried on the wings of destiny; and placed among us by God's very own hands. --Kristi Larson