Hoping to someday find M's brother adopted in the U.S. - Myckola Oleksandrovych Markov - 8/26/2003
Sunday, October 26, 2014
My feelings on Love
Love isn't a fleeting, euphoric feeling. Love does paperwork all hours of the day and night for months just to be allowed to cross oceans to do more paperwork all hours of the day and night, only to wait many more days and nights, waiting, hoping and praying to bring a child home. Love is sitting in countless meetings, researching all hours, finding a voice to publicly disagree with a room full of people who have many years experience in education but are clueless about your child, writing dissenting opinions, requesting additional evals, arranging ways to have these evals paid for, filling out 40 pages worth of forms in one night for a child who will whine all day about being evaluated so you can repeat the whole meeting process over again with an advocate. Love is frustrating and hard, but love never gives up. Love gets angry at injustice and love resolves to right the wrong. I think this sums it up. And I have to do it three times in a row. Love doesn't tell the child they should be grateful. Love tells everyone else that this child deserves their best because that is what love gives.
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
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