

For those of you who know me well, you know that baking is one of my love languages. And to realize my kids will not appreciate my homemade goodies is a little disappointing. At least they accepted my sad attempt at ingera, the national ‘bread’ of Ethiopia. It’s like a sourdough crepe, and they use it as a plate as well as a spoon for picking up their food. They laughed at them at first, but ate them anyway.
Another change has to do with time. Where does it go? Just a few days ago I finally managed to get our luggage back in our closet, but not all our trip things are put away. I can’t see the garden I planted in the early spring because of all the weeds in the way. Sorry to be so late on my thank you notes, but I’ll get to them eventually. Be assured we are very appreciative of the generosity of so many people!
My homemade kids have fended for themselves for years in the kitchen, so I’m having to get used to preparing 3 meals a day again. And I love to see them eat, even if there are many foods they politely try, then say “No, Mom…garbage.” At least the girls like several foods their brother won’t touch, like bacon and strawberries.
There have been a lot of firsts…first bikes, first drinking fountains (I never realized how many our church had), first glue sticks, first new shoes, first trip to Wal-Mart…they seem to take it all in stride and want to go with Mommy or Daddy anytime one of us needs to run an errand. They aren’t fearful in the least, except of dogs….T. and W. are learning to not be afraid of all the canines in our neighborhood.
I found out that back home, their family had cows, goats and chickens. A. loves chickens, and I took them to a friend’s house where they raise some chickens. He picked one up right away and held it close, talked softly to it, petted it…the chicken seemed quite happy. Obviously, A. had held quite a few chickens in his time.
We’re getting the ‘un-fun’ stuff out of the way, like their first doctor appointment a few days ago. Today I have to take them to have blood drawn, and X-rays to rule out TB and help verify W.’s age. (I’m praying God’s grace will be sufficient!). Next week it’s their first dentist visit….in their lives, I’m guessing, by the looks of their teeth. And their first round of immunizations the next day. (sigh)
I felt a little guilty when talking to the dentist’s receptionist. She just gushed about how wonderful it was that we had kept this sibling group together, given them a new life in America, etc. I have to admit the warm fuzzy feeling about adoption left us a few hours after we picked them up in Addis. Adoption is work…real work. It’s not always fun, it’s certainly not easy, and it doesn’t end. Don’t get me wrong. Our transition has gone quite well and it could be oh so much harder. But the reality is that it takes time for 3 little complete strangers, with a multitude of needs and a foreign language and culture, to meld into your family…and into your heart.
We are bonding well, but it will take some time before we ‘feel’ like one big happy family. I’m very pleased with the progress we’ve all made thus far. And I’m sure the Chiquita Corporation is very pleased at our children’s banana intake.
Blessings,
Julie