We had done so much to push past the hurt in our hearts for children we had met, so focused on the ones in our home, the smiles, the growth, the success and fun, the kisses and ‘You’re my bestest mommy ever’s.
That’s where we live now. Our hearts filled each day, with such love and joy and purpose and so much laughing, and the occasional mess.
Andrew and I are resolved to help other waiting children, to help friends of ours adopt, to use our time wisely, because children grow up fast, time passes quickly, and children should do that growing in love.
Everyone was crushed by the news of a selfish man banning adoptions in Russia for political reasons, how could this be?
But as time passed, the news of the Russian adoption ban faded from headlines, both here and in Russia. And, as expected– things got worse.
I mean, obviously right. The conditions in which children live in Russian orphanages are among the worst in the world. Children warehoused, if they are lucky, their basic needs will be met. But no love, no touch. You can pay someone to feed a child, to wash a child. But you cannot pay a person to love a child, and love, is what actually, literally makes children grow, it’s quantifiable, look at our two before a family and after, look at any.
In the months since the ban, I have heard heart braking news about what is happening over there–that they are moving children out of better facilities to terrible ones way out in the country with high mortality rates, some think it’s to make it appear that the orphanages are holding fewer children, the appearance of lower numbers. That the already overcrowded orphanages, rooms, cribs, the ones filled with stench of neglect, of blank, precious eyes, now have more and more children, without the glimmer of hope of a ‘foreigner’ adopting.
Russia recently updated their database with new photos of the kids–for the Russian families, hoping that Russians will adopt them, even though the idea of adoption for most Russians is just not part of their culture. There is no support even if they did…
This is Kyle. He lives in Russia. He has no parents to care for him, so he lived in a baby house, where he was fed, and clothed, and it looks like people even took him out to practice walking here and there. Look at his sweet, round cheeks, so much like my two toddlers, maybe like yours too, when they were tiny. Clinging their little fists to your fingers.
Well, except in his country. In Russia, his Downs syndrome is seen as a blight in the landscape. He is seen as worthless. No, really, do you know what that would be like to be view as having no worth? Imagine that for a moment.
He, and thousands and thousands of children are treated the same. In America, he would have a chance…
But no one came.
And Putin busied himself shutting their doors, locking it with a heavy lock, babies and children behind actual bars.
And Kyle didn’t know what that meant for him.
He woke up on his normal day, in his normal crib, his normal sights and smells, his normal caregivers who dressed and fed him–maybe greeting him.
But on that day, he was taken away.
At the age of four, his time was up. So they transferred him to another place. At an age, where if he were here, he’d be buying a back pack for his first day of preschool, but in Russia, his time was up.
They said he was better off without an American family, and put him in a place, filled with others who also have disabilities, warehoused, but this time without care, a mix of adults and children, all with needs, housed.
Because of his ‘worthlessness.’ Because no one came.
‘Better off,’ as the orphanages fill up, heavier and heavier their loads…
And when Russia updated their data base, this is the picture of Kyle that was found.
This is the same little boy. This is Kyle. The one who has the chubby cheeks, the one working hard to practice his walking.
And he is a real little boy, with a real heart and who really wanted love, and care, now is left to inflict wounds on himself to deal with his present reality. ‘Worthlessness.’ The message is clear to him.
Chubby baby arms, edibly sweet legs, a bright, happy face–incredible smile. This one, yes. This one out of the walls, and into a family?
|Here’s her baby picture–stop it…|
2. Another will get this amaze book
Ways to help:
//Share the need
//Just adopt her already
//Pray for her family to find her, pray for her heart
//If you are blessed with the ability to give more, please, by all means
and to those in darkness, ‘Come into the light.’”