But we loved having them around. We couldn't drag them out of the water each day.....we loved hearing them chatter (and sometimes holler) at one another in Russian......they ate everything I cooked which was an amazing experience after having just raised a picky teenager...even the language barrier was and is a great learning experience. The breakthrough came one day during lunch....."what kind of sandwich do you want--ham (oink oink), beef (moo moo) or chicken (cluck cluck, flap arms, chicken dancing around the kitchen!) By the time we took them to the airport, Mike and I had decided that if we got the chance, we would invite them to come back and live with us. Luckily, there was a Kidsave interpreter at the airport, so heart in throat, I told them what we were thinking, half expecting them to say Thanks Anyway.....but the miracle was that they had been wanting us to ask! So here came these huge excited smiles, the first ever, and Tatiana threw her arms around me. So our last vision of them was as they walked to the plane, clutching new dolls and toys, tears in everybody's eyes. That was Aug 21 of 2001.
It was October before we knew that they were even legally free for adoption, and then the end of May before all the paperwork came together. Because we were just chance participants coming in at the tail end of the first summer's visit, we had done nothing in advance....whereas lots of families already had everything ready to go.....their home studies, INS clearances, police investigations, and so on. And doing all that takes time.
By March I was spitting nails--it seemed like there was no end to the problems that kept appearing. By April, when all the other kids were already back here, I was ready to give up. For one thing, the chorus of naysayers was loud; so many people including family told us we were crazy and facing untold troubles from this insane thing we were doing. One long-time close friend even told us in disgust to cross her off our social list if we actually brought young children back into our lives. My doubts grew stronger the longer it dragged on, but it was as if this higher power was directing us "you WILL do this" and we said "yes sir" without really knowing why. But in May we got our formal "invitation" to travel over for the first trip, and we finally departed the second week in June.
The purpose of the first trip was to launch the court proceedings in the region where they lived, which is on the Volga River north of Moscow. Russia is more beautiful than we ever expected: magnificent historical architecture, green rolling hills, crisp air, wildflowers, pretty little cottages, churches on every square block.....but scruffy around the edges.....sort of a cross between Mexico and Colorado. Plus, if you can possibly go in June, do, and go to St. Petersburg as well as Moscow, because it's so far north that the nights are silvery and magical. Sunset was at 11 pm, dawn at 3:30. They call this season "white nights", and it's spectacular, everybody's out strolling at all hours. Their orphanage is in a village called Klimatino, on a hillside overlooking a broad valley; on the back of the hill is a little lake where all the kids swim every afternoon. My first sight of them all was as they came running up the hill through the wildflowers toward us, excited and chattering and dripping wet....with the big blue sky and white puffy clouds and mountains in the background, it felt like something out of the Sound of Music. These turned out to be tree-climbing game-playing healthy country kids, not the faceless gray apartment dwellers I'd been picturing. Honestly ya'll, they were enchanting. I could have scooped up any one of them and brought them home.
But Alexey and Tatiana were just as great as we remembered, and so excited about their upcoming new life.
The next time we saw the whole troupe, when we returned for our final court hearing in July, it was a far gloomier occasion, because everyone in the orphanage turned out to see Tatiana and Alexey off, including neighbors and caregivers and relatives including their older brother who had agreed to let them go, but was clearly having a very hard time with it. Everyone cried, including us. And to our surprise because nobody warned us to expect this, they left with just the clothes on their back, because the orphanage kept everything for the remaining children. Our first night in a hotel, we had to go get them underwear and toothbrushes. Then the next day it was time to shop for shoes because theirs were several sizes too small.
After two days in Yaroslavl doing legal things, we returned to Moscow for a week where we dealt with the embassy and immigration issues. It's an awesome, cosmopolitan city and we saw every corner of it--the Bolshoi ballet, the Kremlin and Red Square, the Czar's diamonds, the Moscow Circus, the Zoo, Gorky Park, and a lot more. One of the best treats was an incredible huge toy store called Dietsky Mir, which was worth it even if you discount how happy it made our new children. All they each really wanted was a stuffed animal, and the place has millions. If you go to Russia, don't short yourself on tourist time, and do take the opportunity to stay in private apartments if that is offered to you. We felt like that extra week gave us an appreciation for the children's culture and language.
By the way, we had taken with us an electronic Russian-English translator, so we spent lots of time typing on it as we all tried to communicate with one another. Another aside is that we took Sarah with us, and were so glad we did, as it meant the earth for the kids to have an older sibling to relate to. She had an amazing ability to speak "kid" with them, so she could get the message through when Mike and I couldn't. It bonded our new family in such a positive way, plus she was fabulous help with the trip's complicated logistics.
We got back to the states on August 1, and they started school two weeks later. He picked a public elementary and is in fourth grade, she picked a small private Christian school and is in 7th.
We held them both back a year because of the language issues, but they are so eager and have learned so fast that they'll be up to grade level in no time. They're doing great; there's nothing they won't do or try, and they have no fear at all! Tatiana's been on the Honor Roll since the beginning; she won a citywide essay contest after only 4 months; she's an ace volleyball player, and is loving dance, track, and gymnastics. (2006 note: she made cheerleader her freshman year in public high school. 2008 update: she graduated 5th in her high school class, and was named "best athlete" . 2009 update: she was on the varsity women's rowing team at UT, and loves flashing her Big 12 championship ring around. )
Alexey has NOT spent much time on the Honor Roll, but it's not because he lacks smarts, he's just 100% boy and it's hard to study when there's a whole new world around him. He played Little League, broke his arm biking, loves skateboarding and hunting and frogs and bugs and spiders, is an active Boy Scout, lives for basketball, gets in trouble regularly, and has at least 5 calls a night from all sorts of girls. (2011 update: he can fix absolutely anything, charm absolutely anyone, is the sweetest cutest most well-mannered young man you'll ever meet, can outthink most other humans on the planet, and has no idea what he wants to do with his life. In other words,still 100% boy.)
There were such fun things over the early few months as they settled into this alien world....like the time Alex brushed his teeth with a tube of Icy Hot because he couldn't read the tube....... (incidentally, in case you're wondering, the language barrier has been a non-issue, more fun than hassle. There are so many people around who speak Russian, but after three months we rarely needed interpreters any more).....and the first time they went to church, Sarah took them up in the balcony while Mike and I sat below, because we wanted them to get up and move around if they needed to. All was well until halfway through the sermon he started yelling "Mom! Mom!" and waving wildly when he spied us from the balcony.....and the icebreaker that turned Tatiana's first day of school from terrifying to triumphant when the class asked her to teach them some Russian words and it turned out the word for brother--no kidding-- is Brat!
Happily, in both schools, the other students have reached out to these two in the most amazing way. I wouldn't have expected it, but they are little mini-celebrities and I think it's because so few of us Americans have ever met a Russian, let alone had the chance to help or nurture one. Whatever the explanation, they both have lots of friends and have just embraced life in a way I could have only prayed for.
It's so much fun to teach them, and learn from them, and to see the simplest things through their fresh young eyes. Try explaining from the ground up, things like the Statue of Liberty, Pearl Harbor, the Civil Rights movement, and "Houston, we've got a problem". Cell phones and freeways and movie theaters and football games and a herd of deer on your lawn.....are all so incredible, if you take the time to think about it. It's fun to be back again into those early years so full of promise and homework and sleepovers and birthday parties and bedtime reading and Santa Claus, and all those things I thought I'd have to wait for grandchildren to get to experience again. I wake up every morning just saying Thank You Lord for enriching my life in this way.
A year ago all the naysayers were saying this ridiculous unnecessary adventure was going to put us both in early graves......and now those same people are saying that we both look 10 years younger! But I know it's true that these kids have given us new energy and a fun new focus for our lives.
Last Saturday morning I was sitting on my bed reading when the kids wandered in and climbed on. We chatted a bit, with Alexey lamenting that his best pal was away for the weekend so he didn't know what to do for the day. In my usual workaholic mode I said that I had to work at my computer, so this would be a good time for him to clean his room, get his clothes washed, write Christmas thank yous.....
"Or go fishin'"? he grinned (and batted his beautiful gray eyes at me--every time he does that, I just melt) And then it hit me that you know what? YOUNG people DO things. OLDER people USED TO DO things, and besides that they work too much. So I don't know if it's making us any younger, but it is true that these days Mike and I opt for fun stuff instead of work whenever we can ...and so, last Saturday, we went fishin.
Guys, somewhere on the other side of the world are thousands more Alexey and Tatianas, full of potential but facing a future dreary enough that people around them rarely smile and so they don't either. But that's what Kidsave is all about, so you can help, starting tonight. Do you remember that old story about the little boy on the beach, standing in the middle of a million beached starfish, throwing them one by one back into the ocean? An old man stopped and said "boy, why bother? You'll never make a difference--you can't save them all." And the little boy replied, "but it will make a difference to THIS one", and kept on throwing.
Well, if Kidsave is like that little boy, our financial support (and our love and prayers) are like his throwing arm. Summer is coming and if we can raise enough money tonight, we can get at least a few great kids out of oblivion.....onto that plane.....and over here to a world they can't even conceive of right now. Somehow, someway, we have to succeed, because they each have a date with their very own......summer miracle.
They kept on growing. And we just keep on being blessed. Jan 2011, the day before Sarah's wedding
2013, a friend's wedding...... the
maid of honor and her "brat" brother, with their significant others.
All's right with the world. Over and out.
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