Showing posts with label Enduring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enduring. Show all posts

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Where I've Been...

And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.
  ~Jane Austen


I haven't blogged in a while because I've become a cynical grouch as of late and I don't think anyone wants to read a negative post during "the most wonderful time of the yeeeaar!"  To vent just a tad, if I read one more blog about another day in a picture perfect life I am going to go craaazy!  See-- cynical.  If I had a red sweater and hat I would look exactly like this guy:



Sorry to post such a negative update, but I am not at all in a humor for writing; I must write on till I am, (Jane Austen). Hopefully, the holiday season will help me snap out of it.  I do miss my bloggy friends though!  I knew that if I were to begin blogging again I had to start somewhere and so here it is!  Maybe a Christmas decor post on tomorrow will get me out of this rut!

Monday, October 19, 2009

One Word Pretty Much Says It All...




HELP!!!



ironic then, that I added a cartoon...

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Quintessential Chocolate-Chip Cookie...

Something about Autumn makes me want to bake. There is nothing better than sitting in front of an open window with a nubby blanket thrown over my legs, a book in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other. {Ummm yeah, that was before I had kids... now it's Elon jumping up and down demanding another "chocwate-chip coookie" while standing under a fort using my blanket while I'm trying to nurse Asher while trying to hold a book in one hand while shoving a chocolate chip cookie in my mouth with the other hand which he's trying to grab and eat-- the cookie, not my hand!} Anyway, back to my warm fuzzy thoughts about Autumn bliss... ah yes, the quintessential chocolate-chip cookie... lately I've been munching on these:


I find that chocolate-chip cookies eliminate stress rather effectively. When I bite into a warm, chewy cookie the cares of life melt away like chocolate chips on my tongue. All of sudden the room is clean, Elon is quietly looking at books, and all is at peace in the world. Yikes! Judging by the looks of this messy room I may need to eat a dozen right now!

In case you missed the link above, this is a really good recipe for chocolate-chip cookies; it uses vanilla pudding to keep the cookies soft. So what's your favorite chocolate-chip cookie recipe?


Award-Winning Soft Chocolate Chip Cookies from Allrecipes.com


INGREDIENTS:

4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 cups butter, softened
1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
2 (3.4 ounce) packages instant vanilla pudding mix
4 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
4 cups semisweet chocolate chips
2 cups chopped walnuts (optional)

DIRECTIONS:

1.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Sift together the flour and baking soda, set aside.
2.In a large bowl, cream together the butter, brown sugar, and white sugar. Beat in the instant pudding mix until blended. Stir in the eggs and vanilla. Blend in the flour mixture. Finally, stir in the chocolate chips and nuts. Drop cookies by rounded spoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets.
3.Bake for 10 to 12 minutes in the preheated oven. Edges should be golden brown.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

This Morning...


I awoke so TIRED! I woke up so many times last night, twice for Elon, twice for Asher, and once for Nathan. After each time, sleep came slowly; thoughts and worries crowded my mind for so long that this morning I felt I hadn't slept at all! So 7:00am came early this morning, and when I actually crawled out of bed I looked and felt like I was on a hangover. I mumbled a quick goodbye to Nathan along with a light peck on the cheek, then stood to wave goodbye with Elon from the garage. I am so glad that even though I was tired that I was at least civil because when I came into the kitchen to make Elon some Apples and Cinnamon oatmeal, I saw a note hanging from the vent-a-hood. It was a note from Nathan saying how much he appreciated my hardwork and how much he loves me. My spirits soared! All of a sudden the day seems much, much brighter! God knows just what we need when we need it most, and sometimes He even uses our husbands to deliver the gift :)

Monday, December 8, 2008

Singing...

...the last song sang as the palbearers, the eldest grandson from each family, exited the church...

It's so peaceful in the arms of my Lord;

In his presence I am sheltered from the storm.

It's so good to have his spirit,

it's so good to have his word.

And it's so peaceful in the arms of my Lord.


This one made me cry.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Yesterday's Journaling...


Today is my mom's birthday... and today at 1:17 p.m. her father, my grandfather, went to be with Jesus. I knew that this day would come, and yet it seems almost unbelievable.

My grandpa was my hero. I like to think that I saw him the same way that the Lord does-- I was fortunate not to see the sinner that he once was, but the man of God he is today.
The following is a glimpse of Grandpa through my eyes:

I knew Alfred Wright as a man of compassion. I think that his difficult and sometimes abusive childhood created in him a very sensitive spirit. He cried over the orphans and gave to those in need-- like Sister Francis, who was suffering from liver failure and the missionaries over seas for whom he did walk-a-thons to raise money. At 78 years old, he determined to raise more money than anyone in his church for those missionaries-- and he did. Even while Lou Gehrig's Disease had stripped him of his ability to walk, he was out on the track-- momma and Big Terry pushing his wheelchair towards the finish line. And how many times did he call me, when money was tight, to find out whether I had enough "snacks" to eat.

In my grandpa, I saw an overcomer. He overcame the addiction of alcoholism at the age of 43 and never once picked up a bottle again-- to the glory of God.

He had a childlike faith that didn't waiver and has been healed from everything from a brain tumor to tuberculosis. I asked him once, how did he have such faith. He told me that when he prayed, he never doubted that God would heal Him-- he just set himself up in a position to receive that healing. Now once again, God has healed him of his disease and he is able to thank God face-to-face for his deliverance.

Grandpa was a hardworking man and a stubborn man; even though his body fought him-- he determined that he would work. At 77 years old, Grandpa'd get so tired he'd quit driving truck. But after a few weeks of being idle, he'd decide his strength was restored and it was time to get back to truckin'. And how many times did the patient Mr. Corney hire him back. I think I lost track after the first 5 times.

In grandpa I saw a strong man who stood up for the underdog and the oppressed-- a trait that his daughter, Tessie, says she inherited.

And he was handsome-- with his tall stature, silvery-white hair, and icy blue eyes. Even after skin-cancer had scared up his nose till he said it looked like it had been "caught up in a pencil trimmer," he was still as handsome as ever to me. And Mildred says, "Amen."

I have so many wonderful memories of my grandpa-- of hamburger happy meals on the way to Laurinburg to pick up his check, of pints of vanilla ice cream, eaten with a small wooden spoon, of ramen noodles with a pat of butter, and pans of cold sweet potato bread-- only the end pieces for me please. I enjoyed many of these meals perched atop my grandpa's knee. Grandpa used to love to tell me, "You had to eat everything from my plate, sittin' on my knee."

He was so funny, he'd call me weeks before I was to come home to plan what he'd cook me for breakfast when I got there. It was always the same: eggs-- over-easy for him, scrambled for me, grits with lots of salt and pepper and butter, turkey bacon, toast with grape jelly, of course--a cold Nugrape for me, and hot black coffee for him. Each of his phone calls to me would begin the same way, he'd say, "I bet your wheels is a spinnin' " and I'd say, "Yep grandpa, they are, I can't wait to be home." And I couldn't.

Some people may wonder at the special bond that I have with my grandpa yet it's very simple to explain-- because to me, grandpa was special. And whatever love I showed to him, he gave it back to me two-fold. Many of you know that grandpa would repeat a story a hundred times about how so-and-so did such-and-such kind thing for him. Grandpa wouldn't remember a single bad thing that person had done, but he always dwelt on the good. See grandpa was a man who loved to be loved. And regardless of his past, in his old age he left the world a legacy of love. Love carried in the hearts of his wife, Mildred who took such good care of him despite his stubbornness at times. His little sister, Aunt Lily Mae-- whom he couldn't wait to have living next door. 7 daughters, 25 grandchildren, and a host of great grandchildren. He wasn't rich by wordly standards, but the treasure he left in our hearts is something that money can't buy. And we that carry these treasures, will go on to tell stories of Alfred Wright, forgiving the past, and speaking only of the good my grandpa left behind.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Recovering Is Fun!


This past Saturday, I was in the ER for food poisoning... again. This is my 3RD bout with food poisoning and I'm beginning to feel like I have very bad luck. Last time, Marie had it with me. This time I was alone and I am so thankful! I can't imagine watching Elon or Nathan suffering like that. I lost 6 lbs. from being sick and am down to 103 lbs. I don't remember EVER weighing 103 and believe me, it ain't pretty! My eyes are sunken in and my pants are falling off. Hopefully, my face will begin to fill out from the pregnancy-- this sickness has aged me! In the meantime, I am happily eating everything in sight! Thankfully, I am at least feeling 100% better. Recovering from this makes me so thankful that I am usually always in good health, a blessing I so often take for granted.


I sure do hope I don't have any supermodel readers!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

My Concerns:

I am very concerned about the upcoming election. Particularly because our next president will probably have the ability to nominate 2-4 supreme court justices. Of course we have seen the power these judges have on America, even to the point of creating legislature! It is imperative that justices are chosen who hold high moral standards that conform to the parameters of the constitution! If Obama is voted in as president, we know with almost absolute certainty that he will vote in liberals whose views reflect his own. Some of Obama's recent decisions:

As a state senator in Illinois, Obama voted four times in three years against legislation that would have saved the lives of babies that managed to survive the abortion process. The U.S. Senate subsequently passed similar legislation called The Born Alive Infant Protection Act by unanimous consent. (Obama was not a U.S. Senator at the time.)

State Senator Obama was chairman of the committee that opposed this protection of babies, and in 2001 and 2002 was the only legislator who rose to argue against the Illinois Born Alive Act.

He has promised that "the first thing I'd do as president" would be to sign the Freedom of Choice Act. The FOCA is a devastating piece of legislation that would overturn nearly every local, state, and federal anti-abortion law passed in the last 40 years. In fact, it's so broadly written that legal analysts suggest the bill may prevent institutions and physicians from refusing to provide abortion services by invoking the conscience clause.


Earlier this year, while talking about sex education and abortion, the Senator said the following: "I've got two daughters, 9 years old and 6 years old. I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby." In other words, a pre-born baby is viewed as a form of punishment, and can therefore be murdered in the name of convenience.

While the National Journal ranked Obama the most liberal Senator last year, Senator Biden was ranked 3rd on their list--just ahead of Vermont's Bernie Sanders, a self-avowed socialist. While the Senator of 36 years from Delaware stands in blatant opposition to the pro-family movement, many of you will remember him from his vociferous opposition to several of our finer Supreme Court justices, namely, Chief Justice John Roberts and Justices Alito and Thomas.

While in the Illinois Senate, Senator Obama voted for a bill authorizing "comprehensive" sex education beginning in kindergarten. Defenders have attempted to downplay its significance, citing the fact that it called for the content to be "age appropriate" and "medically accurate"--dubious and subjective qualifiers given the sensitive nature of the topic and innocence of the audience!

Congressional Democrats will also seek to pass the Employment Nondiscrimination Act, meaning businesses will be forced to accept and condone homosexuality--and possibly transgenderism--in making employment decisions. Further, business owners, including religious businesses, will not be able to make hiring and firing decisions based on their religious convictions. Earlier this year, Senator Barack Obama said, "I will place the weight of my administration behind the enactment of the Matthew Shepherd Act to outlaw hate crimes and a fully inclusive Employment Nondiscrimination Act."

Italicized info taken from Dr. Dobson's Focus Action Newsletter. To read the newsletter in its entirety, and to see a bibliography, click here. Please vote with a conscience. Will Christians overlook our own moral standards to vote in a president who we think might have a better financial plan or better military tactics? Remember, the Lord blesses the nation whose people honor Him with lives of worship.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Best Way To Fight A Cold....

Conquer it with a good book.


I got to the last few pages of this very old copy of Little Women only to find that several pages were missing! Agghhh.... somebody get me to the nearest library for another copy-- I've got to know what becomes of Mr. Bhaer!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Update On The Baby...

Well, I saw the doctor again on Wednesday and I found out why I am having the cramps/bleeding. I think the cramps were due to a cyst, and the bleeding stems from a hematoma in my uterus. I am told that these clots are quite common; that for many women the blood just absorbs into the uterus. The hematoma increases my risk of miscarriage, though, and I will be getting another ultrasound next week to see if it is getting smaller. Meanwhile, I am not supposed to do anything that may jar the clot and cause bleeding which would result in miscarriage-- not exactly easy with a toddler.



I bled with Elon, and one night felt certain I was going to lose him. I pled with God all night in that bathroom that Elon would live. Thank God He hears us even from the bathroom-- if not for that, my mom's prayers would never be answered {it's where she does most of her praying!} Of course, I bled with the last pregnancy and that ended in miscarriage but I believe that I will carry this baby to term. I saw his/her little heartbeat and I am not giving up!

Monday, October 6, 2008

For Saretta...


The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

-Benjamin Malacia Franklin

Monday, September 29, 2008

Lots of Goings On...

I talked to my doctor today and I have decided to wait until Wednesday to be seen by a female, instead of taking up her offer of seeing her male counterpart. I know what you're thinking... male ob-gyns see women everyday and I am nothing new-- what can I say, I'm still too embarrassed! Meanwhile, the cramps have lessened and I am drinking more water. I realized that the day I started with the cramping I had only had one cup of water and some dr. pepper. Shame on me-- I should be cramping.

Enough about that! I know we should all be content with whatever gender God chooses, but I am so hoping for a girl! Some of you have seen half of her already purchased wardrobe, which is really just the tip of the wardrobe iceberg. {None-the-less, I will also be overjoyed if God chooses to give me another stalwart son, though he may be wearing pink until I get over the shock...}
In other news, we are in week 4 of our foster care training; 4 weeks down, 8 more to go until we have a new little boy or girl to welcome into our home! We are so excited about finally taking the leap and committing ourselves to becoming foster parents. We've been through this process before, only the last time we didn't complete it because I found out I was pregnant with Elon. Both Nathan and I were a little too anxious about having our first child to feel that we could adequately take on a foster child as well. That, and we were both working-- not my ideal situation for welcoming both a brand new baby and a foster child.



This time, we have decided to go forward with the foster care process. By the time this baby is born, we should have had the foster child for about 4 months. Hopefully, that will be long enough for us to get used to each other, identify some of the strengths and needs of our little foster child, and figure out any potential harmful behaviors he/she may exhibit. We want to be aware of those things before introducing him or her to our very vulnerable baby. Foster parenting can be a little intimidating, what with the possibility of false accusations, aggressive behaviors, or sexual acting out. We've had to take all of these things into consideration when deciding to expose Elon to a foster child in our home; I don't mean that in a degrading way-- only that bringing in any child who is a stranger has the potential to expose our kids to any number of things. We've already been made aware that most of the children in foster care have suffered sexual abuse. We are trusting God to take care of us all, to send us a child that we can help, and that He will prepare his/her heart to receive our love and care. I know that He will give us whatever strength we need to fulfill this task!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

A Snap Of The Fingers...

Ok, so I wasn't going to tell for a while yet, but after tonight, I think I just need a safe place to vent. Nathan and I are going to have another baby! We are so excited. After just two months of using this ovulation calendar, I was able to conceive. This is amazing to me because after my miscarriage I tried for months to get pregnant with no success. I don't really like sharing the intimate detail that I utilized a free trial version of this ovulation calendar, but I'm being open because I want any other ladies who may be trying to conceive to know about this tool.

Most of you know that in December I miscarried. Although I was upset and disappointed, I really did feel like it was all in God's hands... "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord." I made it through that time by knowing that God had His best plan for me, and I did not need to question His intentions.



When I discovered that I was pregnant this time, I really thought that I would be ok with whatever outcome the Lord chose. But after spending all night with mild stomach cramps, I find that I am not ok. I am terrified that this pregnancy might end just like the last one did. I am so upset and worried and the extra hormones don't help! I am sure that those of you who have experienced a miscarriage followed by another pregnancy know just the turmoil that I am going through. My last pregnancy ended with what started as mild cramping. Now, with every cramp I beg God not to take this baby from me. This is supposed to be a happy time, yet I find that I cannot be truly joyful because of my fear. If I could just snap my fingers and make this first trimester fly by...

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

My Russian Family, Continued

As I stated before, the day the kids left was a very sad day for my family. Although it was forbidden and unsure whether or not they would even understand, my mother told the kids that she was going to get them. After only two weeks, she had fallen in love with Serge, Vadim, and Marina and was determined that they would be hers. She told me that after having the children, hunger had a face. During my mother's own turbulent childhood, she went hungry often and many times did not know where her family would sleep. She could not let the children go back to that kind of existence.

Vadim and Marina have a younger sister named Ola who was unable to come because at 4 years old, she was too young to travel with the group to America. On the videos of the orphanage, you can see a tiny Marina and her big eyed little sister with a shaved head. They shaved their heads to prevent lice. For a long time after coming to America, Marina wouldn't let anyone cut her hair. She really wanted long hair!

The children's father left when they were very small and their mother was an alcoholic. Many times Vadim was forced to sleep outside in the cold Russian night because his mother would not let him enter the house. Their mother was physically abusive to Vadim and Ola and often Marina was forced to intervene on her brother and sister's behalf. Vadim was the little man of the family. He would go out every day and look for food for his sisters. Some of you may have read the story of Vadim's cigarette wounds. He was paid a couple of dollars to burn himself with cigarettes. This money was used to buy bread for his sisters. Marina tells that Ola would cry a lot as a baby. She and Vadim would say that she was sleepy; at three and four years old they would try to rock the crying Ola to sleep to no avail. Marina tells my mother, "We pretended that she was sleepy but momma, we knew that she was hungry." Some of the villagers contacted the authorities after days of watching Marina and Vadim barefoot and rummaging through the trash for food. It was then that they entered the orphanage.


After 1.5 of ups and downs, the court date was scheduled and my parents were to leave for Russia in two weeks to get their 4 children-- Serge, Vadim, Ola, and Marina. One night, my mother had a strange dream in which she was at airport customs in Russia. She was crying hysterically saying "I won't leave Serge! I won't leave him!" The officials were forcing her to go and telling her that she must, Serge was not coming. Later, she told one of the adoption agents about her dream and how strange it was. Soon after, the same adoption agent was calling my mom and asking her to sit down. The agent, Val, explained to my mother that after more than 4 years, Serge's mother had shown up and was trying to get Serge back. Evidently, she had a boyfriend/husband that wanted children and because of her years as an alcoholic, she was unable to anymore. This was her reason for coming back to the orphanage to get her only child. As you can imagine, my mother was devastated by the news. She already considered Serge her son and now he was being taken by someone that seemingly had very shady motives. I guess the dream was God's way of preparing my mom for this horrible news.

My mother has an intense fear of flying. She has flown once in her life and vowed to never do so again! Before she left, God took that fear from her and she was able to make the long flight to Russia in peace. When my parents arrived, the children did not recognize them at first. Slowly the realization dawned on them that it was the people from America! Unfortunately, they had been told by their foster families that my parents were going to cut off their private parts and sell them in America. Two days ago, Marina told my mom, "Momma, they told me that you were going to take my parts but I didn't care. After I came back from America all I could think about was how much I wanted to live in America!" The children warmed up to my parents very quickly and were soon calling them momma and papa. All during the time in Russia they sang and danced and performed for my parents. At night, the would lie side by side asleep and holding each other's hands.
The day for court arrived. Families are encouraged to bring the Russian judge alcohol and gifts. So my mom, a teetotaler, made a trip to ABC and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels for the judge. That is so funny for me to picture :) My parents were interrogated for hours about their intentions for the kids and why they wanted them and etc. Serge was brought in and allowed to speak for himself as to whether or not he would go with the American family or remain in Russia, where his mother may or may not reclaim him permanently. He told the courts that although my family was very good to him, that if he went with the Americans, he would miss his mother. He had officially decided to stay in Russia. We all hope and pray that his mother is doing right by him and can only trust God that this was His will for Serge and my families lives.

On the return trip, Marina was very ill. She was burning up with a fever and they could not get it to go down. All of the stewards were trying to help her, even the passenger doctor on board. They thought that they would have to make an emergency landing but thankfully, her fever must have went down because they made it back to the states! My mother held her in her arms all those long hours until they landed.

Vadim, Marina, and Ola were the most well-behaved children, so hard working and thoughtful. They soon got used to the American cuisine... and the American ways. Now I often hear my mother fussing at the kids to clean up their shoes and backpacks... typical children :) After my mom was arguing at Vadim to clean up his room the other day, he came to her and said, "Mean momma, but I don't care. I still don't want to go back to Russia!" This from the child that testified to the courts that he would never learn the English language (little did he know us Southerners don't speak it too well NEITHER!) and did not want to come because he was fearful of losing his Russian heritage! All of them love God and church. This took Vadim a little getting used to. Southern preachers can be very long winded-- and it would be even worse if you couldn't understand a word they were saying! Marina especially loves to go to church, in fact, her favorite thing to do is to go to her room and play church. She and her sister sing and worship and make up dramas to the songs. Marina and Ola have even performed their dramas in ministry outreaches. Vadim loves racing his dirtbike and recently broke his wrist while racing around the front yard where he was not supposed to be riding (see I told you, typical American kid!)

We love the children so much and we are the ones who have been blessed through this adoption. It is unbearable to think where my little brothers and sisters would be if it weren't for God laying that burden to adopt on my parent's hearts! We were told the typical lifespan for a Russian child on the streets is 21 years old. Most children are not adopted after 15 and are forced to leave the orphanage after 16. Had Marina not been adopted, she would have never found out that she suffers from a rare disease that stunts her growth and prevents her from bearing children. Now she is on a growth hormone and has already grown 1 inch in just a few months. There is also a slim chance that she will be able to have children naturally. If not, my mother has already had a vision/dream that she was in her country ministering to orphans. If God chooses not to heal her she will have many spiritual children!

We are so blessed in America. Even the poorest of us have so much to give. I hope that this story will encourage someone out there to open up their hearts and lives to a child without a home. Yes there are financial hurdles, but remember the Earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof. There is no hurdle that God cannot move if we are willing to put our shoulder to the plow, pray, and wait for His instruction. I know a lady who did car washes to earn the money to adopt one of her numerous children! As is often said, "Where there is a will, there is a way!" Or maybe you will be able to help another family find the means to adopt. Pray and ask God how you can be a blessing to these children who so desperately want a mother and father to love.

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after the orphans and the widows in their distress... James 1:27 NIV

{Updated on 2/21/2008: Some pictures have been removed for the children's protection}

Thursday, January 31, 2008

My Russian Family

My parents were 50+ years old when they began to hear about at little Russian boy named Serge. He was ten years old and had been in a disreputable orphanage for over 4 years. His mother was an alcoholic and had placed him there while she spent her life drinking and running with men. Mom and Dad recieved a picture of Serge, and soon began to think of him as their own... at the ripe old age of 50, they were going to adopt another young son.

Shortly thereafter, a woman representing several orphanages [including the one Serge was located] came to my parents' church inviting members to open their homes to Russian orphans who would basically be showcased for American adoption. They were hoping that these Christians would become interested in adopting one of these adorable children. My parents have a large home and they decided to host 6 children. Three of these children were already promised to a family friend who would be meeting them for the first time while staying at my parents' home. The other 3 included Serge and two other children whom my parents had seen only in pictures. I'd estimate that my parents have about 500 in their Sunday AM service. Out of all of these Christian people, only 3 families would offer to host children.

I believe the children stayed with my parents 2 weeks. My parents took them shopping and to all kinds of activities. At first, it was very difficult to find food the children would eat. They didn't like pizza or chicken nuggets and they were adamantly opposed to oatmeal. Later, my mom found out that this was because they ate porridge every morning for breakfast! In Russia, their food consisted mainly of cabbage soup with a peice of potato inside. The kids got used to the American food and pretty soon they were gesturing for chicken nuggets for breakfast!


A funny story about one of the little girls was when my mother took her shopping and they found a pair of white tennis shoes. My mom gestured to ask the girl whether the shoes were too big and the little girl forcefully shook her head no, "niet, niet." Boy did she want those shoes! Almost 3 years later and the shoes are just now fitting! This was to become my little sister Marina.

One of the little boys got into a scuffle with my baby brother, Dylan. The boy was a naughty one, we thought. Strong and serious and probably mischevious. At the age of nine, he was like a little grown up man. This was to become my new baby brother, Vadim!

Serge was a very sweet little boy with a learning disability, and was placed in an orphanage for these "types" of children. This was said to be one of the uglier orphanages. During the visit to NC, my mom would come to say goodnight and Serge would flip the covers back and pat the bed for my mother to lay down with him, which she did... he wanted a mother so badly.

As you can imagine, the day the children were to leave was a very sad day. I believe these children were hoping to be adopted immediately, not sent back to Russia. Although they could not speak English, the morning was filled with tears. More on this story later...