On Thursday’s I post from the vault. This post is from February 2009
Ou pral rete avek nou – You are going to live with us.
I’ve been having a discontented week. If you’ve been pregnant, you know that feeling when you are nearing the end, and you are just OVER the wait, and ready for the baby to be born already? Yeah, that’s how I feel times two right now. I’m anxious for our baby girl to be born, but I’m also feeling a growing sense of wanting and needing Keanan home.
I know it’s mostly about me, because he is perfectly happy where he is at. There were several adoptive parents and friends who visited this month, and they shared photos with me, which is such a treat. He is having fun, he is loved and well cared for. He loves jumping on the trampoline, playing with his friends, swinging, and hanging from the window bars like it’s a jungle gym. He’s a typical, happy kid. But I just want him home in a big way.
I got a book recently to help me learn Haitian Creole. When we started this process, I thought we would be bringing Keanan home long before he was really talking. But as it drags out, I am slowly adjusting to the idea that there might be a language barrier by the time he comes home. There is a great book that helps teach simple phrases that would come up in our situation. As I started the first chapter, I was overcome with emotion at some of the phrases:
I am your mommy
You are my son
We are so happy you are a part of our family
We love you so much
Don’t be afraid
We are going to ride on an airplane
You are going to live with us
We will take good care of you
What surreal and powerful words to learn to say to my son. I look forward to the day I can say them to him SO MUCH. Sometimes it feels so far off. Sometimes it feels like a dream to think of flying on a plane with him, and landing in LA, and having him in my car, and showing him his room and his bed. I am anxious for that day to come.