As promised, here is the story, " How we came to adopting Alyona."
Or I should say the BEGINNING of the story as it will undoubtedly (hopefully?) be just that, a beginning of a journey that will carry on for all of her life - and ours.
Back in October - the weekend before Halloween - Chuck and I had the occasion to help coordinate a group of kids from the Ukraine. They arrived here at Dulles and were headed for Charlotte, NC. The purpose of their trip was to be vacation from the orphanage. Well, that is part of the intent. The other is to introduce them to host families who might take a liking to the kids and want to adopt them.
I have to stop here and introduce our friend and former neighbor, Michelle P. She coordinated the visit. She, her husband and beautiful daughter live in KY now. They have hosted a child and have great love and understanding about this process. Her CLT counter part, Dan, were the ones making all the arrangements. Dan and his wife have already adopted and were in the process of adopting 2 more. Chuck’s & my role on this hosting was to help Michelle get food & drinks ready for the kids, transport Dan & Michelle to the airport and just to make ourselves useful to them.
So much for staying in the background!
We found ourselves with 10 Ukrainian orphans, 1 translator, a chaperon, and 2 US coordinators! It was a fascinating, life changing even, event. We were supposed to be transportation to and from the airport for the US coordinators and ended up involved with over night arrangements and finding real humanity along the way. It never ceases to amaze me how, if you allow things to fall in place, directed by a higher power (I chose to call God), that life can unfold beautiful things and connections that would never happen or come to light if forced or planned.
To clarify, the kids got out of customs (1.5+ after landing) and were just exhausted. They traveled from Kiev (pronounced Keev in Ukrainian. Our traditional pronunciation of Kee-evh is Russian.) to Moscow and then on to Dulles. 17+ hours of travel makes for miserable adults and sick kids. The original plan was that once out of Customs, the 2 US coordinators would pile these 12 weary travelers into 2 vans and drive them the 6.5 hours to Charlotte where the host families awaited. The interpreter begged the coordinators to not make the kids travel anymore. Nervous breakdowns would surely occur and I think the poor woman was afraid the kids would blame her. Chuck and I looked at one another and said, "Sure - we live in a 2 bedroom townhouse - no problem! Let all 12 Ukrainians and 2 coordinators sleep at our house. I mean, heck, we’ve got couches and the kids are small...
Well, level heads prevailed and I started calling neighbors and friends in an attempt to get as many aero beds as possible. Long story short, I contacted neighbors who happened to be with other neighbors at other friends' home to ask if anyone of them could help. (Was secretly hoping they would open their homes, if truth be told.) Well, they did one better. The home where the 2 neighbor couples were are mutual friends. Stephanie and Ward have a large, beautiful home. (Think 4+ bedrooms, huge open kitchen, etc., downstairs playroom complete with pool table, air hockey, darts, punching bag, etc.) They got on the phone with me and said to bring them all to their place - about 20 mins away. The 2 neighbor couples, another couple we didn't know, and Stephanie and Ward, were there decorating for the big Halloween Costume party to be help the next weekend. They were already in the entertaining mode so, well, it was the perfect answer; hence my comment above things falling into place and the wonder of humanity. It was about as close to a God orchestrated progression of events as I have seen.
A couple of the highlights, and funnies, from the evening to share. First off, I don't know how/if Halloween is celebrated in the Ukraine but I guarantee it is not as elaborate as Steph and Ward do it. Imagine this. Exhausted kids who know little to no English, packed in vans, pulling up on a dark country road to an iron gate. You have to ring the bell and get the gates buzzed open to get on the owners property. Then we drive up in the dark drive to a large house that has 2 larger than life jack-o-lanterns on either side of the door. Hanging above the front door is the 10" life-like witch. Steph and Ward are standing on the stoop holding on to the collars of their extra-large King German Shepherds - who are barking their heads off. I can only imagine what these poor kids though. Think Cruella de Ville on steroids!! Poor things probably thought they were doomed.
But the fear and in trepidation didn't last too long as the kids were welcomed, shown to rooms, allowed to choose their own toppings for homemade pizza (a food that knows NO international boundaries ), choice of soda and TONS of space to run around in, lots of loving adults giving hugs and encouragement. I think the adults got even more out of it than the kids. Of course, the Mojitos/wine/beer and other adult beverages didn't hurt either! And NO, no one got trashed (not even Chuck!).
The next morning, the neighbor guys went back over to the house to help Stephanie and Ward cook a big breakfast - eggs, bacon, pancakes, etc. - pack 'em all yup and send them on their way to Charlotte. Weary, sick travelers all refreshed and ready to meet the host families with renewed energy and positive attitude.
I am not exaggerating when I say it was life changing for all. Even more so for Chuck and me. The next day, we were talking about how wonderful it was and how glad we were to be able to participate in this. We talked about possibly hosting the next summer when kids come for about 3 weeks. Chuck looked straight at me and said, "You know, our life style would really change if we were to adopt a child now." I about fell out of my chair. We weren't talking about adopting; we were talking about a few weeks! But, being the calm, unflappable woman that I am, I replied, "Yes, it really would. And that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing." I had fallen for one of the 13 year old girls and Chuck counters with "Yes, but she has a chance to be adopted. If we were ever to do this, it would make more sense to go for the 15-16 year olds because they are more in danger of being out on the street too soon." Odd conversation for a childless, middle-aged couple who like to travel and party to have, don't you think?