A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: May 31st

Friday, June 08, 2007

May 31st

Ah, May 31st was turned from a possible crappy trip in to a wonderful outing for me.
I got to visit ALL of my Portland families and have dinner!!!

I got to meet Julie and her girls (minus daddy David), Sean and Jamie and their kids, Becky (minus her hubby and son...enjoying mama time I think hehe), Vanessa and her sons (minus daddy Aaron), Josh and Kim and their son, and Kim and Sarah (sarah is Nikaya's sister and Kim is adopting the older brother Mansanto).
It was a wonderful time at the Spagetti Factory, a cool restaurant that is now opening in Boise as well! I was able to get a meal with Gluten Free noodles!!!

I had a blast getting to meet the fmailies face to face, something I don't often get to do when they are out of state. I enjoyed their company and hope they enjoyed mine as well. I am hoping that after meeting, they can visit with each other to help ease the fears and frustration of the wait that is upon them. It isn't that I don't like being there for them, it is just that after a while, you need someone who isn't a 'worker' in adoption to give you the reassurance that you are feeling the same thing as them and you are normal.

I hope I can get back and see them all soon, and that after the process I can be a little part of their lives and watch the chidlren grow!

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes