On Saturday we received our 1-600A approval! A little more than a month after completing our fingerprints. Way to go USCIS! I'm very impressed. This is the preliminary application for our little man's immigration visa (from the USA). This is a major step forward in our adoption process! So happy.
Now from Canada (my country) we're waiting on my passport renewal, which should be completed in the next two weeks.
And then of course the rest is in Russia's hands. Still praying for that June registration!
The Lord continues to bless me with encouragement when he knows I need it the most. A few months ago I went searching online to see if I could find our little man's orphanage. I want to know where it is, to look it up on google maps, to see pictures, to imagine him there. But between having little idea about where to start and having to translate all those sites from Russian to English on google translate, I didn't get very far. I looked through hundreds of orphanage pictures, hoping I recognize something in the background from the photos we have of out little guy... hoping I'd maybe even have some sort of motherly sense to just know which "baby house," as they say in Russia, was his. But I did not.
Through the miracle of the internet and what I'd say is God's gracious guiding, I found it. A woman I connected with on a private adoption-related forum (hi M!) found my etsy shop. She bought a t-shirt and sent me a link to the website of her son's orphanage, asking if perhaps our son was there too. I clicked on to the site and saw that it was one I had visited before. I wasn't sure it would lead to anything, but still- I cut and paste every piece of wording into google translate and kept clicking around, hoping and hoping until...
Until I suddenly saw his sweet face and soft smile looking back at me. I inhaled sharply and tears prickled at my eyes. It was one of the pictures we already have of him, but just to know.... to know where he is... to see the faces of his peers, his playmates, his friends... this is a gift I treasure deeply tonight.
There is only one picture of his orphanage on the website and I've memorized it already. The white walls, the gray floor, the pine table and chairs, the colorful toys, the old fashioned play-pen like my parents would have played in. The room it sterile, but bright- filled with sunlight from large windows- and clean. It gives my mother's heart some peace. A treasure, that picture. A gift for my soul.
On the site, the children in the baby house are "listed" with a picture and short description. The words used to describe our sweet son echo the descriptions his nannies have given us through our agency: quiet, gentle, tender, sweet. Our precious, precious, baby boy. Oh God how I long to cup his face in my hands, to stroke his head and push back his hair, to whisper, "My love. My baby. My son." Do that for him today, I pray. Warm his heart until it glows with my love, from miles and miles away.
Today, for this gift, I am thankful. For a peek into his world. For a gaze into the eyes of the children with whom he spends every day. For a connection with another mama whose son waits with mine.
Until I carry him in my arms, I treasure these gifts in my heart. I carry him in my heart, today.
Holding K in my arms while I read this. She's snoring like crazy and is sweating from our shared body heat, but I just can't put her down tonight. Squeezing her extra tight while saying prayers and shedding a few tears for you tonight, friend.ReplyDelete
Love that picture. You hold your baby until your arms go numb! :-) So grateful for your prayers and tears. xoxoDelete
What a gift, Jill! Praying for you. May God hold your heart as you ache to hold your babe. Much love to you and John!!!ReplyDelete
It truly is a gift. xoDelete
That's so wonderful, Jill!ReplyDelete
Cried the whole way through this... :) I'm so happy that you got to learn more about where he is—what a blessing! Praying for you!ReplyDelete
Thank you! Adoption is such an emotional journey, isn't it!? :-)Delete
Love this. We had some (ha!) issues today, so now we're not flying until tomorrow. Anddd, I got a certain shirt in the mail today, which I will be rocking sometime this week. It will be awesome.ReplyDelete
I did the same thing with Louba's orphanage. I would search and get discouraged. It seems like yesterday that I was jumping up and down holding the I-600 too, and we've been home almost six months. It's hard and draining and emotional, but so worth it when you step off that plane with that sweet baby in your arms. BTW, Louba was in Vladimir region; not sure where your little guy is from.ReplyDelete