Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sunday Sadness-Learning Our Kids' Story from Someone who was there.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

A call to prayer, a day old cup of coffee heavy with sugar and grounds, berbere stained fingers, a cold shower, a broken watch that wakes by the hour, a sadness deep, a new dress, bracelets, a scarf. These are the details.

A day to meet _____. A day to say I am sorry. A day to say thank you.

The words above are what I wrote in my journal. I wrote in the wee hours of Sunday morning before we set off for Hossana. Sunday all of the adoptive families got a chance to meet someone related to, or familiar with their children. This was one of the biggest? hardest? heaviest? days of my life. What is the right adjective? I don't think one exists. Doing my best to keep our kids' story private, there is little more that I can say about Sunday morning.

We got back to Addis early enough to visit our children. The following is what I wrote about Sunday afternoon:

I find the older kids outside. I have Melese in the sling and ask the nanny for Meaza. "MEAZA!" she yells. "MEAZI!" I yell. She points her out. She is the child farthest away. She jumps down from a concrete ledge, her one foot and one knee hit the pavement. She comes running toward me with a gigantic smile. Her black velvet blazer is flapping behind her as she catches speed. She is beautiful, full of life, and my daughter. She hugs me tight, kisses me, smiles at me. She throws her arms around her brother's neck, "Melese" she says, in her sweet, breathy whisper. She hugs him tight and kisses his face repeatedly.


  1. biggest, hardest, heaviest.


  2. Your journal entries are some of the most beautiful storytelling I have ever read. Thank you for sharing a glimpse into your time in Ethiopia one year ago.

  3. Meeting R's birthmother was indeed as you describe for me. We were not able to meet any of E's birthfamily, and it definitely feels like there is something missing.

  4. It is all those things...and beautiful.
    Great Post.

  5. Beautiful post Julie! The picture of the sun peaking through the clouds? Pretty sure we have the same picture!

  6. Hard to breathe. Painful and beautiful all indistinguishable from one another. The pictures, too.

  7. Hopefully you wrote down every detail for them and took some pictures.

  8. I can't even imagine what that day might have been like. I hope that day happens for us at some point. It didn't happen for us on our last trip, but we're hoping for something on our next. Much love.