Maria had her first surfing lesson the other day. She was brave, the waves were not small. She clutched her board, through the loud crashes and rising, strong foam edged swells. The only thing moving her out, inch by inch, was her father, right with her, the whole time, eye to eye, arm around her, encouraging words, pushing back fear. Fear–the force that would crush her in the past, kept at bay, moment by moment.
She did great, walked up soaking, a mix of concern yet confidence on her face. “Every time will be easier from now on,” we told her, she smiled, surprised.
“Listen you guys, I think I can teach you a thing or two.”
This is an example of why we can’t have nice things.
Last time he took a nap in our room. He actually kind of did a nice job. It did not come out of the sheets. We are ok with it.
Good looking man bringing in greens from the garden for dinner. Diaper changer, dish washer, time investor. Even after a long day, he will sit with Maria, nestled up with him as she asks him every deep questions in her heart.
Last night she told him, “Papa, sometimes I feel like God is holding my hand.”
My boys decided that of all the toys we have, they only want the same one at the same time. Commence tears and angry hop dance jig. Ridic.
“You will sit in the same crib with one toy until you can both be using it, kindly together.
They yanked and pulled at it for a while, trying to whine at me down the hall. “You need to work it out together,”
And twenty minutes later (‘ETERNITY!’ -Finn and E) , let freedom ring, they were doing it!
“I was missing you Elijah!”
Do you want to be the most popular person ever? Be a small two year old carrying your own suitcase. Any and every person passing will crumble and give you endless praise. Take it onto the elevator? They’re done. Cat video status. The tank top, biceps–doing Russia proud.
Finley tried for 10 seconds, then it was back to Elijah.
Where were we going? To see our new cousins!!!
Pool party with new cousins can be described as: lots of joy, controlled chaos. The chaos coming from my boys, all the other kids were good.
My boys now idolize cousin Max, ok who am I kidding, I do too. Kindest boy, so polite, and why is his English better than all my kids combined after a week? Once he bumped Maria, then with a look of concern and the cutest accent, “Maria, you ok?” She shy nodded.
Kate, just as sweet and bright as when we met her during hosting. She remembered me which made me SO HAPPY but I played it cool since they are in attachment mode. Something had changed in her, slightly, a bit more confidence, twinkle in her eye, peace in her–so glad they are home. On Memorial Day, I was feeling extra grateful to be able to raise my kids here.
I know what you’re thinking in this next picture, “Wow, those kids are so cute and mostly all smiling!”
Yes, and most of them came from orphanages where they were passed over year after year. What a loss for those not open to anyone other than ‘infant.’ These children are a spark, a bright light, amazing siblings, sons and daughters.
“Orphans are easier to ignore before you know their names. They are easier to ignore before you see their faces. It is easier to pretend they’re not real before you hold them in your arms. But once you do, everything changes.” – (David Platt)
“Well, I should probably go with the iced tea, but nothing says vacation like a Pina Colada…” #TwoYearOldDecisions
The only one who napped on the way home.
What did you do for Memorial Day? Do your kids ever only want the exact same toy? Tell me it’s not just us. Adoption of older kids, would you ever do it?