This day in September we drove FOR HOURS. The location was
so remote that even our very experienced director of the Ukrainian team had to stop
and ask for multiple directions and half the time people asked could offer no
help. We were going to Nowhere,
Ukraine.
Random chickens on the side of unpaved streets (now THAT is a definition of
“free-range” LOL), cows walking alongside your slow moving car (why slow
moving? Well, that’s because you definitely don’t want to hit that pothole if
you are lucky to be on a ‘paved’ road) and my well seasoned
US partner, Colleen, who’s adopted four kids
from
Ukraine
and “has been there, done that, seen it all” saying: “Can you image doing an
adoption in THIS region?!?” The irony is that she’s also now adopting from the
same orphanage in this region, almost a year after our first trip there and
adding two teenage boys to her family of six kids.
When we finally arrived to the orphanage, we met the
director, who identified the children who would ‘qualify’ to be put on a
hosting list. If are a full orphan or your parents’ rights have been terminated,
you get to be interviewed. We’ve had instances when the orphanage staff would
make a mistake and bring in a child to be interviewed and then after checking
the child’s file realize that the only remaining parent is in prison and his /
her rights were never terminated and on technicality the child is stuck and
legally cannot be adopted, and then have to tell the child to leave since he or
she does not ‘qualify’. In the realm of qualifications this is as low as it
gets.
When it was Yaroslav’s, Raya’s and Kolya’s turn to talk to
us the kids immediately stood out. Colleen and I both made hasty notes in our
files: a definite “Yes”! These kids are coming to America! They will have a family! On
our way back to the US
as we are discussing the trip she asks: So have you found “your” kids. I have,
but now is not a good time. Surely God has someone else for them. In reality,
having just done our fourth hosting of Diana we were exhausted and really
needed a break to regroup, take a step back, just to breath and get back to the
American normal one boy / one girl type family life. But the kids kept being on
our mind. When a family stepped up to host them for the winter we were both
excited and sad for the kids. Well, its an answer to our prayers, right?... But
when their adoption fell through and the kids became available to be hosted we
had to say yes. By then I met the kids for the second time during my January
impromptu trip to Ukraine
and it was a sweet reunion. We can’t wait to see them, only now this time in Hartsfield Int’l in June.