I Want to go Far Far Away

There is a time for everything.  Today was a time to build up, to gather stones, to embrace, to seek, to keep, and to sew.

We made our first trip in four years to the orphanage today.  We were led to our son's group.  We recognized him right away.  Mama? Papa? He asked.  Yes we told him.  He jumped in our arms and gave us our first hug.  He was very proud of us and took us by the hand to lead us through the orphanage.  He led us to all of the workers to show them his Mama and Papa.

We spent the morning and afternoon playing with him.  He loves to do things on his own, but yet loves the attention we provide.  He told us several times he wants to go far far away.  Daleko, Daleko he would say.  It took us some time to figure out what he was wanting.  He was wanting us to take him away from here and to his home, far far away.

We told him soon.

Goodbye this afternoon was very tough.  He walked to the gate of the orphanage and announced he would go home.  We explained to him we would come back tomorrow.  He seemed hurt, but he put on a good strong face, no doubt built from a toughness that orphanage life brings that we will never understand.  A very Russian looking woman in a white coat called for him sternly.  He left promptly without a fuss, but not before giving Mama and Papa a big hug and a kiss.