This last week has been one of the harder times in our journey, and I came out of the weekend feeling totally inadequate and emotionally drained. Yesterday on the way home, I turned my iPod to Michael McLean. For anyone who hasn’t heard him before, he is an LDS singer-songwriter, and has written several songs that have had huge personal meaning for me over the years. A couple of good ones in a row came on for me yesterday-
- The Gift We Could Not Give Each Other
- Hold On
- From God’s Arms to My Arms to Yours
The first and last ones are specifically about adoption, both from the Adoptive couple side and from the birthmother side of things, while Hold On is more about enduring the trials that come to you along the way to great blessings. Now before you get cynical and think that I have only a few of his songs on my iPod, and it’s not that unusual to come up with that series of songs, I have almost 100 of his songs, among the 3000 songs I have on my iPod at any given time, and few of his songs have ever spoken to me as personally as those three in a row did. His music gave me renewed strength and focus to continue on our adoption journey, and reminded me that in the end, whatever trials we face along the way, they will be be insignificant compared to the blessing of adoption.
Days like today make me so happy and grateful for my sweet Jon. He may not be perfect, but he is perfect for me. This weekend has been a hard one for our little family. He has such a tender heart and a way of providing comfort and reassurance when I need it the most. Jon is there to give hugs when I need them and to be silly when I need to be distracted. Words seem so inadequate…
Jon, I love you more than words can express and look forward to continuing this adventure…by your side.
On Monday night we picked up our friend from the airport. As we greeted her and her baby by the baggage claim, our friend was trying to help a woman who clearly didn’t speak English. She was from Uzbekistan and only spoke Russian. Our friend knew four words of Russian and was trying to help her find the baggage claim. While we were waiting for the luggage to arrive, it was clear that she was confused and panicked and needed help with something. We wanted to help her, but with the language barrier, we had no idea what she needed. We quickly called my brother, who speaks Russian, to see if he could figure out what she was needing. It turns out she is here for Summerfest (a cultural exchange program in our town). She was supposed to be picked up from the airport and taken to a family that would host her for her stay. She had no contact information for Summerfest nor for the family.
It was well after midnight and we couldn’t find anyone there greet her or take her where she needed to be. We didn’t have the heart to leave her alone in a strange city without knowing the language. We all decided to stay until she figured out what was going on and where she was going. Our friend talked to one of the airline reps and told her the situation. They looked up the phone number for Summerfest . Our friend was able to reach someone who knew where this lady was supposed to be. As it turns out, she needed to be somewhere that was three blocks away from where we were already headed. We told the lady at Summerfest that we would drop this woman off where she needed to go.
To make a long story (and a long night!) short. We dropped the woman off around 1:00am and found out she is an artist. She asked us, through a translator, if we would visit her during Summerfest – which we will. It looks like she is an incredible artisan. This a picture of some of her work. She was so gracious and kind. We’re looking forward to seeing her again and hopefully learning more about her and her culture.
What are the chances?
We run into a lady who needs help.
My brother is able to help translate.
She is attending a program we are familiar with, held in our town.
The location she needs to go is on our way.
What a night!!! I still marvel at the way people, who don’t speak the same language, are able to communicate… heart-to-heart.
It was kindof a big weekend in our family, as far as church stuff goes. Yesterday, my niece was baptized and confirmed, and I was able to be a witness to the baptism, and in the circle as her father confirmed her. I was reminded how special the ability to act in priesthood ordinances is, and how much I am grateful to be able to participate in blessing those whom I love.
I was in the circle when my cousin’s little boy was blessed today, one of two in their ward, and a total of 3 baby blessings we listened to when you count the one in our ward. Not to start the pity party, but today was one of those days that it’s really hard to be waiting, hoping that our time is coming soon, so that we can be part of the joy that comes with all the new events in a little one’s life.
It also makes me think about what birthmothers/firstmothers go through in their lives. They must want to know that their child is part of a loving and caring family, and in a case like today, where dozens of people on both sides of the family were in the congregation to support my cousin’s little boy, I can only imagine that families like this are what the plan is all about.