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Hope for a happy ending

7.6.16

When a conversation via charades and our translator app somehow turned to babies, Lydia was inspired to grab an iPad and show him this…

While I captured it on video from a few feet away, I got a front row seat to an epiphany. His expression told us that.

THAT’s why she looks like me. She was an orphan too.

He pointed to Lydia and said “Zhōngguó” (“China”) and then he pointed to the other kids, naming them one by one—”Ash-a-lyn,” “Evan,” “Drew”—and then pointed to my belly.

He understands. He totally understands.

He watched it again with Evan.

His first viewing of her adoption movie - 1 (1)

He watched it again with Ashlyn.

July 4th MY with iPad

Since I took that video, he has watched it again and again. When he wants to watch it, he draws the shape of the iPad in the air and says something into my translator app that translates to “Lydia previous small.”

Yesterday, Ashlyn and I stood watching him watch it once again. He doesn’t seem sad at all as he watches. Instead, he names the people he recognizes, smiles, and checks in with us throughout as if to share with us the joy of a happy ending.

Ashlyn said, “I was sad for Lydia that she was in an orphanage for a year. But, he has been there for 8 years.”

There’s no sense in that to me. A friend asked me how I was doing processing this whole thing—hosting a boy for a month who doesn’t speak English, advocating for him, partnering with our children to show him mercy and grace, preparing to send him back to China next week. Not okay was my answer. But, I’m content to be not okay. For his sake, for the sake of all the children who have not yet seen some sort of happy ending, I’m okay to be not okay.

Praying that all this—every tear shed without explanation, every laugh over a silly thing he tries to say, every frustrating interaction to get him to put on his seat belt correctly, every loud chorus of “Happy Day” we scream out in the car together, is somehow being woven together to become part of his own happy ending.

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We are currently hosting the boy MAA calls “Brett” for advocating purposes; our friends are hosting “Jasper.” If you feel the nudge that one of these boys may be your son and you would like to learn more about him, email me and/or Sara, the social worker at Madison who is working hard to find them families too. Note that Madison is offering $3,000 in grants towards each boy’s adoption with possibly more available!

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, M.Y.

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