It’s not that any of their stories surprised me. Because of the unique opportunity I had to spend several months volunteering inside the walls of the orphanage, I have seen all of what they saw and worse only this time I was not there and I was helpless to do anything for my kids. I was relieved to hear that all my babies are still there, that none of them have been transferred or passed away. Nevertheless, the reports I read tore my heart to pieces…
Meanwhile every Friday, usually with tears streaming down my face, I pour my heart out in attempt to put into words just how precious these children are. I pray that their stories will spread far and wide until the right family takes one look at their sweet face and knows that he/she belongs to them. Praying, advocating, it’s all that I can do and sometimes I just feel so helpless.
Waves of helplessness yet, as always, they are interspersed with bursts of hope. I am thankful for all the kids that are being adopted from my orphanages and for the 30-40 more families who are currently in their country about to bring home even more special needs kiddos. I will never stop believing that one day, it will be their turn. In the meantime, I am thankful for even just a glimpse at their sweet faces…
|My favourite groupa :)|
|Fortunately, like any good mama, I know my kids from behind...|
clockwise from the one girl who is facing the camera:
Violietta, Natasha, Nastia, Katya, Michelle and Katya