Possiblities

It seems everything is so full of possibilities one can hardly take it all in.  Kenneth Koch

    After an invigorating few days once we learned we were submitted to Sarah's country, I finally have time to sit and write, reflect, and enjoy the celebration.  Thursday, I was flying high at school, sharing the good news with my friends, all who were celebrating the occasion with us.  They've traveled this journey alongside us, each step of the way.  Throughout the past two days, I've been overwhelmed thinking about planning the last two months of school, but I'm taking it one day at a time.  One small step, an inch closer...

    At home, we are on track.  Last weekend, her bed was set up with new bedding and we're working on a dresser.  It seemed so real once her bedroom was up, knowing she'll be sleeping in a bed, a room to herself.  I need to begin organizing the kids' schedules for Andy's parents, who are graciously watching and loving our children while we are in country.  Once again, it will all get accomplished in time.  I'm learning some Russian phrases and words.  Still working on the "Pizza, no mayo, please!!"  Ya ha-CHOO pitsa BAYZ may-oh-nayz, pa-ZHA-loo-sta!

    For those who've traveled, how did you travel with your child once you took her from the orphanage?  We will not know whether we will do one or two trips until we are over there to see the time frames between court dates.  Sarah is three, and looks tiny.  Would a sling or baby carrier work for the time she is with us before we go home?
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    Last night, we went to a student talent show at the kids' school.  Time stood still for me when a little girl in a wheelchair rolled onto the stage, in her motorized chair.  Her back was turned to the audience until the music began, and then she whipped that chair around rockin' to the music of "DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again."  She danced, waved her hands in the air, sassying the shades she was wearing, and the crowd was with her.  We clapped, celebrated, and danced with her.  I've seen her at the pool, swimming, and then rolling alongside the pool with her friends.  It doesn't matter what her different ability is, what matters is she is accepted. She is celebrated.  Our community accepts individuals with different abilities. 

   As the girl danced  last night, I thought about Sarah, knowing this school where she will attend, will accept my child.  Will celebrate her, and give her possibilities to achieve.  I was envisioning Sarah, singing, dancing, and loving with her friends. 

  Possibilities

It seems everything is so full of possibilities one can hardly take it all in.  Kenneth Koch