30 May 2011

journaling ethiopia: day three.




tuesday morning. court day.

i rose just past five thirty, showered and spent a ridiculous amount of time before the mirror trying to master the shirt tucking trick. (i am a compulsive non-tucker; the tucking, more than anything, attests to the gravity of this day’s events.)

following another gorgeous spread of breakfast that i was too nervous to eat, i wheezed up four flights of stairs to grab my bag for our 7:30 am pick-up.

now, most days i’m hardly one to blink twice at a creative interpretation of time, as i too hail from a land of 7:30 means we may or may not be there by 9. this day, however, was not most days. i was more than a little anxious coming up on 8am with nary a driver in sight, but fortunately they popped up just a few minutes later, and we dieseled off for the holt office.





once there we were all-too-briefly primed for court (aka, don’t give your passports directly to the judge; no answer is wrong), then given our mile high binders of paperwork—all the documents relevant to our case, painstakingly gathered, authenticated, translated over the past twenty months. the collaborative grit and labor carrying us to this court hearing was astounding.

we piled back into the van, wove through town, the internal butterflies morphing into starlings and then belugas. soon we were tempting claustrophobia in an elevator that opened on the third floor of the court building and the hardest hour of the trip.





anything i say here will be insufficient, but i need to at least restate the obvious: adoption is rife with antitheses. you have, on the one hand, a family awash with the miracle of a child soon in our home. and yet the very fact that this child needs a second family is steeped in loss.





after twelve successive eternities of waiting, our jittery contingent of families (plus exceptionally calm lawyer) was called into the court chamber. the judge addressed us together, asking questions that we answered as a group. i loved sitting next to mike--he answered with gusto, his heart huge and pinned to his sleeve.

the hearing spanned less than five minutes; three of us were told that all of our paperwork had arrived, while one family was given a second court date. the range of emotion was brutal.





the rest of the day was injera and coffee roasting, wandering streetside shops, repacking and showers, a final group barbecue (in a word: amazing) in the guest house hut. then the twenty-eight hours of van-plane-plane-plane-car rides home.

we pulled in to a house in full swing, todd’s mom managing homework and laundry and dinner with aplomb. i was spent, wrung dry of emotion, in desperate need of a shower and two days of sleep, and itching to turn around and do it all again.

19 comments:

hannah singer said...

another lovely entry. so thankful for these peeks!

"you have, on the one hand, a family awash with the miracle of a child soon in our home. and yet the very fact that this child needs a second family is steeped in loss."

yes. this emotional clash is such a wild one for me.

xo

Kendal said...

you can't capture it all, i know, but you have my heart racing and tears welling. i am so glad you are sharing.

happygirl said...

Thank you for sharing your journey. God bless you and I hope this journaling is a blessing to you, as well.

Ostriches Look Funny said...

This post made me nervous. You project butterflies well!

Farmgirl Paints said...

talk about whirlwind. at least you are able to document it with your beautiful words and pics to remember it for a lifetime. i can't imagine 28 hours of travel. that would do me in. i don't travel well!

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Please do it again soon, thank you very much.

ps - Have I told you lately how happy I am to have you? I consider myself as "having" you. Hope that's alright.

Michele said...

You can use this during the teen years. Teasing aside, I hope the wait goes quickly until you get that cutie in your arms forever.

Heather said...

I love your shirt tucking reference and the photo of the binder. Those two things say it all, for me.

Sheri said...

Thank you for sharing. God bless you.

lulu and family said...

"and itching to turn around and do it all again."

what a quick and trying trip on your bodies and your hearts but for such good, for love. you all are so close, nic. it won't be long now!=) thanks for sharing!

Danielle said...

so exciting! We adopted our girls two years ago, and didn't have to go the court date...it must be neat to know that you are one step closer to your little one!

TheUnSoccerMom said...

such an honor to take a glimpse into the journey to your littlest coming home...

ryc: youth pastor... bless you and your husband! and your family! :o)

Rob said...

Still praying with you both...hope he gets to come home soon.

emily wierenga said...

you have, on the one hand, a family awash with the miracle of a child soon in our home. and yet the very fact that this child needs a second family is steeped in loss.

the paradox of life in a broken world... and the beauty of grace in a loving father. you capture it all, dear nic.

Katarina said...

So touchy!But I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel...which must be great

Joybird said...

soon, Nic. I'm praying you do get to do it all again very soon.

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Please do it again soon, thank you very much.

ps - Have I told you lately how happy I am to have you? I consider myself as "having" you. Hope that's alright.

Farmgirl Paints said...

talk about whirlwind. at least you are able to document it with your beautiful words and pics to remember it for a lifetime. i can't imagine 28 hours of travel. that would do me in. i don't travel well!

happygirl said...

Thank you for sharing your journey. God bless you and I hope this journaling is a blessing to you, as well.