Sunday, June 28, 2009

The International Language of...

When we attended our host training back in April, the staff kept reiterating that the language barrier wouldn't be the biggest hurdle during our five weeks of hosting an international child. Mark and I were slightly incredulous. How in the world could anything be more difficult and frustrating than trying to communicate with someone who doesn't speak much English????

During our first few days with Sintija, Mark and I frequently exchanged that look that said, "Those NHFC staff folks don't know what they're talking about. Either that, or they get first dibs on the truly bilingual kids. This language thing is HARD!" But after several days together, we have learned that some things translate well in any language.

1. Gas
Having two young boys in the house, I knew going into this that at some point personal comfort would trump proper etiquette. I was, however, hoping proper etiquette could hold out a little longer than it has.

Yesterday we were swimming at our friends pool (Thanks, McLarrens!) and Jude absolutely ripped it. I mean all out tooted. Sintija laughed and said, "JUDE-UH!" in her sweet Latvian voice. Gas must sound the same no matter where you come from. (I imagine the smell could vary by region though.)

2. Amazement
Today I took Jude, Cal, and Sintija to Opryland Hotel. If you ever find yourself in Nashville with a little extra time to kill, you really should walk through Opryland Hotel. Now having lived here for four years, I have been to Opryland Hotel a half dozen times, and really, for me, the novelty has worn off a bit. Big building, lots of plants, a waterfall here and there. Today I got to see everything there through Sintija's eyes, and it was breathtaking once again. There were many oooohhhhhs and aaahhhhs and "Look! Look!" We took 89 pictures while we were there! Sintija's enthusiasm was contagious, and we had a fabulous time together.

3. America's Funniest Home Videos
Tonight we had an indoor picnic, complete with pizza, picnic blanket, and AFV on the tube. Falling down, practical jokes, and surprise hits to the crotch are funny no matter what language the "ouch!" is spoken in.

4. Wipeout
Along that same line, a commercial for the TV show "Wipeout" (Weds on ABC) came on tonight and Sintija hollered, "Wipeout! Wipeout! Latvia have Wipeout!". It is a small world after all - we actually plan Wednesday evenings around that show. It's hilarious.

5. Puzzles
Sintija and the boys spent some time her first day here working on a few puzzles. She is very, very good at them, so I busted out a 500 piece puzzle and she and I worked on it for awhile tonight. She is so quick - it's like she has this amazing engineering/spatial relations thing that former theater majors like myself must not come equipped with. I loved sitting there tonight working on the puzzle with her.

It has been an adventure learning to communicate with this sweet, shy Latvian child. But for all of the frustration, we have had these moments of absolute clarity - when I can look at her and she at me, and we know exactly what the other is thinking.

There are some things that translate perfectly.


Saturday, June 27, 2009

Anyone Can Evangelize.

Calvin is a rough and tumble, wild and crazy, catch me if you can kind of kid.

But - oh! - the heart underneath it all...

We sat down at the computer to use an online site that translates English to Latvian and back, and I asked the boys what they wanted to say to Sintija.  

Immediately Calvin insisted I type "God loves you, Sintija."

When it translated, she just nodded and smiled.  

Underneath all that imagination and energy and motion is the heart of an evangelist.  We are so blessed by him!

Puzzles and Play-Doh, and Pools..Oh My!






We are into day 3 of hosting, and it has been an amazing and interesting ride so far!  There is so much I want to blog about, and I almost don't know where to start.  I imagine this post will be a bit all over the place, but bear with me if you can!

The best word I can use to describe Sintija is...sweet.  She is shy and quiet some of the time, but when she lets her guard down (around the boys and Marshall especially) she has such a sweet, gentle spirit.  Mark and I are in a sort of unique position with Sintija having come from a foster family situation (let me specify - a good foster family situation), because so many of the nuances of family living are already familiar to her.  She understands taking turns and including everyone and the "chain of command" of a family, whereas many of the children coming from an orphanage may not understand family dynamics as well as she does.  

The boys are quite smitten with her, as is Marshall.  He is always trying to get in some dog smooches, and although she has a dog in Latvia, apparently they don't do allow much dog kissing there!  She loves to pet him and love on him, but when he works his way close enough to lick her face she stops him right there.  The boys think Sintija is just plain cool.  I mean, she didn't bat an eye about donning a paintball mask and shooting Nerf darts at objects, so she has earned their favor very quickly!  Jude is all about communicating with her, and if people didn't know our situation they might think he is in training to be a mime.  Calvin (in typical Calvin fashion) enjoys making her laugh by being silly and showing off his physical prowess.  She does a good job stroking his little ego!  :) 

As for my favorite moment so far, it happened just a few hours ago, and the thought of it still makes me smile.  The boys introduced Sintija to the joy of Mario Kart on the Wii.  I was downstairs while they were playing and suddenly I hear this sweet Latvian voice saying, "No!  No!  Not good!  No!  Not good!"  followed by laughter.  Apparently her MarioKart skills weren't what she thought they should be.  So sweet to hear their three voices giggling together...

Any problems, you may wonder?  Not anything super big.  She is a very well adjusted, sweet (there is that word again, but it fits her!) girl.  She isn't terribly interested in trying a bunch of new foods, but I can respect that as I wouldn't be all gung ho to go to Latvia and try something I've never seen before there!  We went to the grocery store this morning, and together we figured out what foods she likes and got some of that.  Lots of fresh produce, which would please Dr. Holistic since it helps me with my eating too!  

She speaks the very basics of English - yes, no, OK, etc. - and we will start working on English with her more formally come Monday with flashcards, but we have managed to do well communicating.  (See mom and dad, that theatre major idea has really paid off!)  We also are using an online site called IMTranslator that will allow you to type in English and translate it into Latvian and vice versa which has been cool.  It is a much easier way to get to know her...when the translations are correct!  I wanted to ask her what animals they have at her home in Latvia, and instead it translated out, "What animal are you in Latvia?"  Um, not exactly...

So much more I would love to share, but I think I am still in the processing phase, and I'm going to mull things over for awhile first.  Suffice it to say, we are enjoying having her here, and she is adjusting as well as can be expected - actually, maybe better than can be expected.  

Here are a few pictures of our first few days!


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Just Real Quick...



Sintija is here!  

She is exhausted from all her travel and I am too tired to do a long blog post, but I wanted to let you know she is here!

She is doing really well, all things considered.  She did start to get sad and homesick this afternoon, but she took a nice long nap, got up for some food, and is sleeping again.  I am heading to bed too - I only slept about two hours last night and I am too old for that!

Please pray that God will comfort Sintija as she adjusts to the time change and our family.  And pray for Mark and the boys and I that we can help encourage her and love her!

Thanks all!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Sintija and Matching Shoes

After all the planning, training, painting, and preparing - Sintija finally arrives tomorrow to the US!  It seems like hosting has been this thing we have talked about in the near future, but tomorrow this thing becomes a reality, a reality in the form of a young girl.  Tomorrow hosting stops being something we are doing and becomes someone we are loving.  

It's all a little overwhelming.

I am sure hosting is what we should be doing right now.  Mark and I have no doubts about that.  But we have no idea what the actual experience will be like.  Most everything is an unknown!  Will she speak much English?  (We don't know.)  Will she be able to relax and bond with us over time?  (We hope so.)  Will the boys overwhelm her with their...boyness?  (Hmmmm.)  For that matter, will the boys be able to hang out at home for five weeks in something other than their underwear?  (Oh, let's hope so for Sintija's sake!)  There is just no way to predict what will happen for the rest of the summer.  All we can do is pray.

That has been the biggest lesson for me so far in getting ready to host.  NHFC does an all day, very intensive training, and they give you all kinds of information about these kids and where they are coming from.  But there are no absolutes in this.  I can't "get good" at hosting.  All I can do at this point is...do.  

I realize that I don't often put myself in situations where I can't predict a successful outcome, at least most of the time.  I tend to stick to things I have some self-confidence in - especially when it comes to spiritual growth.  Even as I read that last sentence back, I shudder.  Not much faith walking going on these days in my life.  I probably haven't felt this out of my element since standing on the Supreme Court steps on a chilly November evening praying with red tape over my mouth.  I was afraid then.  I admit - I am a little afraid now.  

Hosting Sintija is beyond me.  This feels so far past my abilities.  That's not false modesty, friends.  There are days when I feel stretched beyond loving the three men who already live under this roof.  And now I am going to add a stranger to the mix - a girl whose background is totally foreign (in every sense of the word) to mine.  God has to help us.  That's the only way we can do this.  

A long time ago, I did a children's sermon where I walked to the front of the church with one high heeled shoe on one foot and a sneaker on the other.  I stumbled along very ungracefully until I got up with the kids and asked them if they noticed anything odd about my outfit that day.  They noticed right away that my shoes didn't match.  After showing them how hard it was to walk in two very different shoes, I told them that it can be hard to walk through life when what we say we believe doesn't match what we do.  It's awkward and hard to get anywhere that way.  

For so long, I have said that my heart breaks for children who are left hurting in this world.  God has challenged me to make my spiritual shoes match.  

I am counting on Him to help me walk it out.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Ten Days Out - and Some Questions!

Here we are ten days away from Sintija's arrival in America, and my emotions are all over the place.  Of course, I can only imagine how she is feeling!   It is our understanding that the children are told they are coming just a few weeks prior to leaving, and they don't receive our letters and pictures of introduction until they get on the plane.  Can you imagine being that brave at the age of 13?  For all of the difficult life circumstances these children have lived through, they have developed a resiliency that pushes them onward.

The feedback we receive as we share about Sintija coming has been very interesting.  We have heard a wide spectrum of reaction - from admiration to surprise to borderline disapproval.  Some people have had really great questions for us, so I thought I would answer some of the more popular questions here in case you are wondering the same things.

1.  Why are you doing this?
Great question.  Don't really have a great answer.  Like all life changing events, we pretty much stumbled into this.  :)  My sister has three internationally adopted older children, and so Mark and I have always had a vested interest in older/special needs children needing families.While this was something we cared about deeply, we have never been fully convinced we should grow our family through adoption.  Knowing this, my devious sister (OK, perhaps with God guiding her, but every good story needs a villain...) forwarded us an email about New Horizons for Children.   I checked out their website, spent some time on the phone with Michelle V., and we prayed about it.  After a crystal clear go ahead from God, we jumped in. 

One of the things I have always wrestled with is having a heart for children, but not feeling a clear call  to adopt.  The plight of these kids (especially, for us, the older children) has always pulled at our hearts, but before hearing about NHFC we felt like you could either care and adopt or not care and ignore the facts.  Hosting is a wonderful way to get intimately involved in the lives of these children, even if adoption isn't part of "the plan".  If you have a heart for international orphans, but don't feel called to enlarge your family through adoption, you can still change a life through hosting.  It isn't an "either/or".  It's a "Let me do whatever I can right now..." and that makes sense to us.

2.  Speaking of adoption...
This is the question that people either wonder about and don't feel comfortable asking, or wonder about and blurt out immediately.  Either way - I'll try to answer it here.  "Are we planning to adopt Sintija?"  I realize that people want a "yes" or "no" answer, but there is a long and short reply to this very touchy subject.

No, we are not planning on adopting Sintija.  We are not going into hosting with the intention of adoption.  We ARE going into this with every intention of being Sintija's advocates.  It is our hearts desire that she will find a forever family, and we ask that you all join us in praying for that to happen for her.  Having said that, we also have learned through this process that God's intentions generally trump ours.  If we feel like God has laid it on our hearts to adopt, we aren't going to sit down and review our master life plan with God to show Him how it really should go.  One of the things they teach us from day one in our host training is to go into this with no expectations.  Mark and I have been able to do that (with God's help!).  

For those of you who may run into us with Sintija while she is here:  PLEASE, PLEASE don't mention the "a" word ("adoption") in front of her - or near her or behind her - or at all!  The children come here with the expectation that they are on a great vacation/adventure, and we don't want to confuse or upset them by mentioning adoption.  There are a lot of reasons for this rule - all of them very good - so we ask that you please honor us in this request.  Thanks so much!

3.  "Isn't it cruel to bring these kids here, show them everything they are missing, and then send them back home to nothing?"
The first time I heard this one, if sort of shocked me.  The second time I heard it I was perplexed, but not surprised, and in the multiple times since then Mark and I have come to almost expect this question.   After some time to digest it, I guess I can see where people who ask this are coming from.  But let me explain about life for these orphans, and the question will almost answer itself.

In our country, children who aren't growing up in a family are generally viewed with compassion and sympathy.  As a culture, Americans recognize that children in that situation are often living out the consequences of someone else's poor decisions.  (Do we do everything we should for these kids?  Certainly not - but at least we have tender hearts for them.)  In the cultures these orphans come from they are viewed much, much differently.  Children living in orphanages and in foster care are most often regarded as deserving the life they are living.  In a country where life is difficult for most, the lowest rung on the social ladder belongs entirely to the orphaned children.  They are nothing.  If they are lucky, they are ignored.  Otherwise it is communicated to them in a million tiny ways that they are the very least and worst of society.  

The hosting program provides these kids with an opportunity to know they are valuable - not because of the things they are exposed to, but because they were chosen to come to America.  They have the enviable opportunity to come to the US, practice their English skills, and see amazing sights.  But most importantly - they get to experience the love of Jesus through the love of a family.   Who they are is validated by experiencing the love of their Father in little ways each day they are with us.  Yes, they will see new places and be exposed to lots of new and fancy things (Sintija will be wowed by our bathroom!), but their deepest need isn't "stuff", it is LOVE.  Love is life changing - we can't live without it.  Stuff is just...stuff.

4.  "It's so amazing what you are doing."
Great - glad you think so.  Now go do it yourselves!

Seriously though.  We are not Mother Theresa here.  On our best days, this house resembles a sitcom - on our worst days, a train wreck.  There is nothing uber-spiritual about us that makes us more qualified than anyone else (How I wish it were true!).  We have learned a healthy fear of disobeying God when He is clear in His intentions, but we haven't received any calling greater than anyone else's.  There was no burning bush.  There was no bright light or angel songs.  We were presented with an opportunity, God gave us a nudge, and we said "yes".  That's it.  It isn't rocket science.  And, clearly, we aren't rocket scientists.  (Theatre major here, people!)

I'll be honest - it is my heart's desire to see the area where we live take a hold of the vision of New Horizons for Children and become a hot spot for miraculous transformations in the lives of older, Eastern European orphans!  But it all just starts with a "yes", one girl, and five weeks. No, we don't know how this will turn out. Sintija may hate us.  She may cry every day and refuse to eat and never learn to flush the toilet.  But, by dang, we're gonna love her - all of her - the good, the bad, and the ugly because that is how God has loved us.  It's so simple, it scares me that we could screw it up!  

So, these are a few of the questions we get asked about hosting Sintija.  I would be more than happy to answer any other questions - really, ANY!  Ask away.  We are passionate about this opportunity, and we are open to sharing with anyone who may want to know more, so drop me an email or leave me a question as a comment and I will answer you as best I can!

In the meanwhile - keep us in your prayers.  And pray for dear Sintija.  She will be here in ten days!




Friday, June 12, 2009

Slip n Slide!




In the spirit of good ol' fashioned summer fun, I bought the boys a Slip n Slide.  


Monday, June 8, 2009

Life With Boys in a Nutshell

So this brief exchange pretty much summarizes why life with boys is just...not normal.

Cal: (slurping on a lollipop)  I don't think I like this lollipop.

Me:  Why not?

Cal:  Because it doesn't taste good.

Me:  OK.  Throw it out if you don't like it.

Cal:  (thoughtfully staring at the offending lollipop)  It tastes like a pirate skeleton.

WHAT?!?!???!?!!?!?!!???!?!!??

Seriously.  Only a boy would come up with that.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

The Greatest Generation

With acknowledgement to Tom Brokaw, I feel compelled to write this post this morning, although it has nothing to do with Sintija coming, my health, or my boys.

A year ago, on a trip to Gulf Shores, Alabama, my family had a "chance" meeting with an amazing World War II veteran, Col. Glenn Frazier in Mobile Bay.  Col. Frazier had written his story of serving in World War II in the Philippines and his subsequent years as a Japanese POW, and he was doing a book signing on the day we happened through.  I picked up his book, had him sign it for my brother-in-law, and left.  On the way back to our vacation house, I started reading, and by the time we came home, I had read the entire book and was deeply touched by his story.  

Col. Frazier was featured in the Ken Burns documentary, The War, and so I rented the The War, mainly to hear Col. Frazier retell his story.  The documentary brilliantly balances historical insight with emotional and transparent first person accounts, and I devoured the stories and history of World War II through the screen.  I have been "hooked" on studying WWII ever since.  

There is so much about this war and the generation of men and women who served then that impresses me.  I admit that by nature I am drawn to a time lived more simply, where aspirations centered around family and faith instead of possessions and prestige.  Even with most of that war's behind the scenes stories laid bare for my generation, it still was in its very essence a fight between good and evil, black and white, with little shade of gray anywhere.  The motives were more pure, although not always entirely so, than most world decisions made today.  I find I admire and respect the people who can choose personal sacrifice for the good of the whole over self promotion and the "bait and switch" of political side-stepping.  It makes me grieve some of the principles my generation has embraced, and I wonder how the World War II generation views the direction in which our country's collective soul is heading.

This morning I watched the ceremony held at Normandy for the commemoration of D-Day.  I love all things historical and military, so I spent quite a bit of time in front of my computer watching (one of the advantages of being in this generation!).  The men I saw today were frail and aged, but still had a strength of character that was equally visible.  No, none of them were saints.  All the veterans I saw today came home and lived lives as fallible humans - their service didn't spare them from the remainder of life's pain and troubles.  And that is what I think I find so beautiful.  They were the ordinary, every day folks who stepped up to do the extraordinary.  They simply did what needed to be done, personal agendas aside.

I am reminded today to be thankful for the ones who served before and for those who have come after who are ready to sacrifice for the good of the whole.  I am thankful for those who see that the big picture is bigger than themselves.  I am reminded to try and live that way myself when I see the greatest generation aging.  

And if I am honest, I worry sometimes that the character that made them great might leave this earth with them.