While we were in Russia we had 2 short 2 hour visits with Max. It was so good to see our little dude again. He was just like we remembered, minus a few teeth. He was quick to share, as curious as ever, and full of hugs. During our visits with him I was struck by just how much he reminded me of my own children. In addition to gravitating towards the toys and games my kids like he also made a sculpture out of an empty water jug (which my kids do regularly) and made a mudpie out of sticks/leaves/feathers, which is another thing my kids are notorious for. If there was any question before we left that this boy was our son, there wasn't when we left.
Our 2 little playdates consisted of Jory playing with Max and Elissa talking to the translator and the ladies who came from the orphanage. They filled me in on his medical history (which looks good!) and his social history, which is a sad story filled with people who loved him and tried really hard but just didn't have the resources to take care of him.
Our little visits were just what we needed to strengthen our resolve, to finish the good fight, and come out on the other side victorious. There's still much to be done in this adoption process, but we are confident that we can finish with our heads held high and bring this little boy home where he can start his emotional healing process and become the man of God he was created to be.
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Not like "your kids." Like his other sibs. It will be a reality. I know it seems far away, but it will go by quickly. Excited for you!
Blessings,
Shelley
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