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An Amazing day – Got To Do It All!
Yesterday, our last full day in Nieva was perfect. We got to do everything I had hoped. Diego our agency contact and his family have been very kind to us throughout our stay in Bogota. Yesterday they went out of their way:
We got mandatory document #1 – no problem. Then we got mandatory document #2 notarized… that was easy. And later in the afternoon we received the children’s visas – perfect!
The most touching part for me was at the US embassy. As we waited for the visas I heard the United States Anthem being sung. I walked and searched for who was singing. As I walked towards the music I noticed the United States flag was at half mast. I realized they must have been practicing for a 9-11 tribute. It was a quiet, touching moment for me. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I had this tapestry of thoughts – realizing Heidy and Andres were a day away from becoming US citizens and seeing the flag, and hearing the anthem…. And I thought about the United States embassy offices around the word and realized that very possibly every embassy of the United States, in every country, could be holding a tribute tomorrow. Poignant..
The rest of the day was just pure FUN! We got to go to Fransico’s coffee shop. Fransico is an agency rep who has been very kind and helpful. We had lunch with him and celebrated his new venture of opening the coffee shop.
Later, we walked through a lot of neighborhoods and learned more about Colombian culture.
Then we went to Marcella and Diego’s new apartment and learned out to make juice with that special Colombian touch. We got to play with their baby girl – and we got to see their wedding pictures. SO FUN!
Later in the evening we met up with Elizabeth and her husband. They took us to a very cool – well… kind of like a dinner theatre. There was traditional Colombian food and a show of many, many traditional Colombian dances. The Colombian culture is full of beautiful, vibrant colors and the dresses and costumes reflected this beauty. We had a great time!
Elizabeth and I have SO much fun together. She doesn’t really speak English - and – as we all know… I am not that great at Spanish... But still, we are able to have meaning conversations and laugh … A LOT!
It was a perfect last full day in Colombia… Perfecto!
This Is Not Really About This… This Is About That.
Heidy and Andres got hair cuts yesterday. They seemed to look forward to them… But my sweet girl Hiedy… Well... I thought she was fine… But as the guy was trimming her hair… she started crying – and crying – and crying…. And Crying… I felt so sad for her. She could not tell me what was wrong. (Darn language barrier…) I think she was sad about getting a trim, but I also think her tender tears were about much more. She seemed mad at me… didn’t want a hug and kept her distance for a while. After we ate lunch she was back to her charming, fun self with hugs and smiles (Blood sugar is a good thing….) …but her tears reminded me that both Heidy and Andres are processing a lot…
Hotel Meets Master Card – Not Pretty…
Really? Seriously? Oh come on… you can’t write this stuff. Our early morning was going well. We got up at 5:00am to get read to catch the shuttle to the airport 6:00am today. That would give us a good 3 hours before our depature. The hotel lady scaned my credit card… nothing. I asked her to try again and told her both Pete and I had talked to the credit card people 2 days ago specifically teling them to expectthis charge. They had said “No problem Mrs. McIndoe, you are our valued customer.”
Hmm… if so then WHY was our bank fighting with the hotel at 6am? The Hotel scanned my card 4 times, with 4 different scanners and each one said “Declined.” They said our bank would not approve the charges.
The bank, however, said they had no record of attempted charges and they would pay it if the hotel would just scan the card.
Bank: “Your hotel has not submitted any charges.
Hotel: “Your bank is declining the charges.”
Me: "I am getting on the next shuttle to the airport so you guys need to figure this out. (It had been a hour of trying to get my bank and the hotel to play nice.)
I am still not sure how that turned out I will make sure and check it out on Monday. I will make sure the hotel gets paid... but seriously... that was NOT fun at 6am in the morning...
“Oh – You’re The Famous One!”
After trying to talk to and understand ALL the airport adoption officials – and what documents were needed by whom… This.... after trying to help my bank and the hotel get along an hour earlier… AND after being in the wrong loooong security line for gate #8…. And after trying to find INTERNATIONAL Gate #8, and After trying to convince one of MANY immigration officials to let me keep the originals of our documents and give them the copies… we FINALLY get to our gate.. #8 that is! The airport dude checking people in at the gate takes my passport, looks at me, smiles and says in English: “Oh you’re the famous one!”
“Me? Why?”
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“They phoned ahead to let us know you don’t speak Spanish….”
Sheesh... thanks!
How Many Immigration Guys Will Ask?
After we landed in the states today, the first immigration guy I talked to spoke English. I commented “Oh? Su? English?!”
To which he replys “Yes, you are in the States now!”
Then he proceeded to ask me about my relationship with Hiedy and Andres. I proudly told him they were my children! The conversation that followed was amazing as he told me he and his wife were thinking about adopting etc. He looked through our documents and asked me why we chose the “Hague Agency.” This is a funny question b/c the Hague Convention a few years ago put many safety procedures in to place to assure safe and legal adoptions. Not all countries are Hauge countries… so I got to answer his questions about the process of adoption... and that hague was not an agency ... etc... He was curious about why we adopted, so I tried to summarize for him. This particular immigration guy acutally closed his lane and escorted us to the next office as he continued to ask questions.
This same scenario played out TWO other times as we got processed through immigration and customs.
I had a sense that we may of been on Holy ground…
I prayed and wondered how these seeds being planted about God’s love and provision would play out in the future. I know I will never know… but it is fun to imagine. Three different immigration guys… one family….
Six Guys Going On A Cruise.
We got through customs and took our van to the hotel. I realized as the hotel driver was loading our NINE bags of luggage that I had NO US money. NO money to tip him…. I felt SO bad. I told him I would leave his tip at our hotel’s front desk. He was very kind and gracious.
On the same van with us were 6 dad type guys obviously going on some kind of guy trip. I thought maybe golfing, but later learned they were going on a cruise. We laughed and joked a bit until we got to our first stop, which was our hotel. The van guy got out to unload our NINE bags of luggage and I had a thought. As I got out of the van I turned around and told the 6 cruise dudes that I had realized – too late – that I had no US currency to tip the driver. I quickly told them I had been in Colombia for 5 weeks… adopting… etc… and that I felt bad that I had dropped the ball for tipping this guys.
I asked them if they would chip in a few bucks each and tip him for me! It was a fun interchange as they said the would , congratulated our family and started to get our their wallets. As they drove away they waved and smiled… I hope they have a good time on their cruise, and I really hope they tipped the driver for me!
I’d Give Anything To Find A Waffle House.
We got settled into our hotel here in Florida by late afternoon and went to walk to a restaurant. Heidy and Andres have typically eaten eggs for dinner in Colombia and asked for eggs this evening. I was doing a pretty good job of telling them there were no eggs available for dinner tonight. They were disappointed, but seemed to get it. We walked into Wendy’s (Which, by the way tastes totally gross after eating fresh fruit, juice, rice, beans etc. for 5 weeks…)
As soon as we walked into Wendy’s Heidy and Andres spot the menu board… with pictures of eggs, egg sandwhiches, croissants… etc..
“Madre! Si …. Eggs!!!”
They were VERY excited.
Sadly I had to tell them that the pictures of the eggs meant they were for breakfast, not for dinner. Oh… their forlorn looks of disappointment….
How I wish there was a Waffle House nearby. I really longed to give them something familiar …
This Is How A Fast Food Joint Works.
It soon became obvious that when Hiedy and Andres visited us last fall we must not of gone out for fast food. (I remembered that with 8 children fast food is really not a choice!) It was SO fun at Wendy's though... trying to explain the menu board, showing them how to get a soda – with ice – from the soda machine, and teaching them how to clean up their trays when they were finished. I have this growing awareness that Hiedy and Andres are, in some way, truly handicapped here in the States. Even though they were with us for 7 weeks in the fall, they really do not have a clear understanding of how our culture functions in the day-to-dayness of life.
I realized, again, how truly brave they are. This is the first time I have had this thought in a while. The courage it must take to leave your country, your language, your culture…
“Madre – Me A Baby!”
On our walk to the grocery Hiedy looks at me with that Heidy twinkle in her eye and says: “Madre, me a baby!” She indicated she wanted me to give her a piggy back ride.
My first thought… “ Oh my”
My second thought… “ My feet hurt.”
My third thought: “If Pete were here he would not hesitate….”
My last thought – “Our daughter has a bit of catching up to do and if she needs me to give her a piggy back ride so she can feel like a ‘baby’ then I am all in! Let’s go girl!”
This Is How This Kind Of Candy Works…
So… we popped into the grocery and Heidy and Andres each got a treat. Heidy chose one of those gross lollipop type candies that looks like a baby bottle. As she opened it the cashier tried to explain to her that there was sugar in the bottle part and that Heidy could dip the lollipop part in the sugar… ( By the way – I HATE this kind of candy…. )
Anyway – Heidy was not understanding the candy gig and the lady kept trying to explain. I chimed in and told her that Heidy did not understand very much English… which led to 2 things: 1) A reinforcement of what I had thought about at dinner… that Hiedy and Andres are resilient, very brave children. And 2) That I was realizing we may just be getting lots of questions from people who do not know us… which is a new added dimension for our family that I had not realized.
I guess when Hiedy and Andres were with us in Ohio back in the fall we were around people who new us most of the time. But when we have been around people who do not know us, they tend to have questions…
Which leads me to:
Insights With Our Newest Children –
After we got back to our hotel today I got to “talk” to Heidy and Andres on the computer. Honestly, I think there was a bit of a spiritual battle going on because most times when I would type what I was tryng to say the computer would shut down, or the translator would not work. I started praying that God would open the doors for me to share what was on my heart with my children. God answered my prayers and I got to share with Hiedy and Andres.
Basically, I told them our family was obviously different and that I had not realized before that people who do not know us may have many questions. I told them that daddy and I are thrilled at how God has knit our family together, but it was going to be important for all of us to be respectful and kind to people who look at us as if asking for an explanation or who actually ask questions.
I know different adoptive families handle questions differently, or are even sometimes offended by questions.
We, on the other hand, love to share God’s story in our family. We are pretty much an open book for people who have questions. For me, it is not offensive, it is fun… an honor acutally… to be able to share how God has been, and is… a Light onto our every single step…
Home Sweet Home!!!
We get to go home tomorrow!!!!!!!!
Tonight as we skyped our family at home there was an excitement in the air!
I cannot wait to HUG my family- to SEE them, to HOLD them, to LAUGH with them, to LOVE them in all the tangible ways that make a family a family…
I know re-entry won’t be all roses…. But I am SO excited to jump in and start this next season of our lives – to see Pete… to see our children… to have all of us together!
As we hung up tonight Emily said:
“I don’t know who I am going to hug first at the airport tomorrow mommy…”
It’s ok sweet girl …. The good news is there are lots of options!!!!
As I close I have to say THANK YOU to ALL of you…
This journey has, without a doubt, been a true spriritual adventure made possible by God’s provision through so, so, SO many of you!
I was talking to a friend tonight and thanking her for her help. She responded that she thought she really had not helped very much…
PLEASE know that each and every act of love and serving, on our behalf has been needed and greatly, greatly appreciated. I am reminded of the Body of Christ…
Each of you has played a very significant part in bringing Heidy and Andres home. Each of you has has been a part of the body….
You know the gig…
The body needs each and every part to function.
The eye sees, the ear hears, the heart beats…
Every part does what it was created to do… and thus the body needs each and every part.
Each and every word of encouragement has helped sustain us… each and every one…
THANK YOU!
I will be sure to blog in the next day or two to share about our reunion.
Oh my…. That is in about 12 hours!!!!!!!!
Counting the seconds until we are together!!!!!
Thank you Lord!