One of the many reasons why we took such a long leap away from our life the past month was to forget we were waiting for the adoption process to hurry up so we can get this baby into our arms. I don’t wait well while sitting still. I do better if I get busier than ever, or go away. While trying to forget about the process that keeps getting prolonged we did not for one minute forget about Kira. She’s been in the family conversation as if she were already here. She receives more new things on the shopping trips than the boys would like to see. They got one book, she got five. When I bought them new shoes, she got a pair of black sequin converse. I have cleaned out cabinets in the kitchen where I will keep baby food, bottle supplies and formula. The cabinet in the laundry room is empty and waiting for all the diaper changing items to fill it. (I change diapers on the washing machine with a changing pad on top. The babies love the wiggle of the running machines! And I am always in the laundry room anyway with this big family.)
Once while shopping one of the darling towns in Michigan I saw a little bear cuddly as can be, it came home with me to wait in her crib for her to discover it. That’s not all. The knitting store in the Outer Banks traded me a lot of my money for their yarn and patterns so I can make her the little hoodie sweater she will need for the winter, and a little leggy bunny I plan to make out of brown yarn with a little red sweater. This is because a friend of mine who is African American looked at her picture for the first time and exclaimed, “A little chocolate bunny!” That was all I needed to hear. From here until the child buries me in my own grave she will be my chocolate bunny….unless of course she hates it in which case I will have to come up with a new term of endearment. My father called me “fritz” when I was little, and if she acts like me she can have that name too.
Kevin and Jack are staunch UofM fans, so when we were in Michigan they used some of their pocket money to stock up on blue and gold shirts, which is absolutely necessary since college football is only around the corner. (Kevin is praying he won’t have to go to Africa until the season is over. He doesn’t want to miss a game.) While they shopped for themselves, I found Kira a little cheerleaders outfit with Michigan in blue and gold. Craig had to have that. A broad grin covered his face when he saw it. Some day she’ll wear it and sit next to her big brother Kevin and yell, “Go Blue!” And, if someday she wants to play football, that’s fine with me. I don’t expect her to be a priss. I expect her to find out who Kira is by trying on many and various possibilities.
We already love her. She’s already a member of our family. She goes where we go in our hearts, and gets what everyone else gets. I also try to buy something for the orphanage every time I buy something for her. And in a month or so I plan to do a shower for the orphanage so they can be blessed for all the good they do for the orphans there in Uganda. Many more before Kira have passed through, and sadly, many more will follow behind her. I am ever so grateful to the work, dedication and love they pour into these children. My heart is crippled when I comprehend how many orphans there are in the world. If those who could just would I know the problem would go away. I pray for that with a wordless groan in my heart nearly night and day.
While at the beach I observed so many happy families enjoying the holiday in the surf. A place in my heart caved knowing there are children who don’t even have parents, let alone a vacation. At least a child should have a mama and daddy to know they are secure, sheltered, loved, and guided. I cannot forget them. I cry for them all. The least I can do is take one and hope more people will be moved by love and by God to do a little bit as well. My time on earth is so short, what else could I do with it than spread a thick smear of love into a child given to me by God? I can’t think of another thing I’d rather do with this next phase of my life. Making money is a little over rated. More money, more problems. But a baby… now we’re talking love, life, and I know God smiles over that, as I will smile over Kira.
Tomorrow I am going to share more about what I have learned about her life there, her current developments, and even a little internet miracle that gave me reason to both laugh and cry all at once. But for now, I have a lot of little baby things to put away in her closet.