We headed over to the Children’s Home right after school yesterday. I bought 5 awesomely good pizzas, brought all the fixings for ice-cream sundaes, and we brought video games and beading kits to make necklaces or bracelets with the kiddos. We arrived at the house around 5:20 p.m., by the time I had collected the kids from school, drove to get the pizzas, and found my way back to the home which is about a 30 minute drive from our house. The kids and I prayed several times as we drove the 30 minutes to the Children’s Home. We prayed that God would let us minister and love on each and every child there and that we would especially get to spend some quality time with The Boys. I think I’m going to have to give each of them a “blog name” now. We’ll call the oldest of the two, “Teenager” and we’ll call the younger of the two, “Brother.”
I didn’t know what to expect on this visit. We had such an amazing time the first time, so I was nervous about trip two. Why was I nervous? We were just going to hang out and spend some time with some new friends. But, I was nervous. As we pulled into the drive-way of the Children’s Home I saw them. They were standing on the front porch. Teenager waved at us and Brother came running toward the truck. I parked, we got out and Brother ran right to Only Boy and wrapped his arms around his chest yelling, “I missed you Buddy!” I almost burst into tears right there. The connection we felt was real. The boys picked up right where they left off, goofing around and being silly. (Now, I know some of you reading this are VERY educated in adoption and foster care and of course because of that know a lot about “RAD” Reactive Attachment Disorder. I am aware that children from hard places, often will make connections with just about anybody. I have read A LOT about RAD and am not blind… I know the danger signs with RAD, but it still just warmed my heart to hear him say that because honestly, WE HAD MISSED HIM TOO). Okay, so moving on… Teenager came up to the truck and asked, “Where’s the big guy?” “He had to fly tonight,” I said. “Oh, I thought he might fly his helicopter over here to eat with us,” he joked. I smiled and I handed him the pizzas. After all, I had brought them for him! He was the reason that I got “delivery pizzas” instead of bringing the stuff to make homemade! He smiled and said, “PIZZA!” We all walked inside. I brought flowers from my garden for the house mother to show our appreciation for them letting us come to visit again. We were just so happy to be back.
The younger boys took to the game room and got out their games. I started to set out the food. I asked the house mother if we should start to eat and she said sure, that I could call all the kids into the dining room. I went to get the boys and they were already sitting back in their “gaming chairs” playing a racing game on the XBOX. I smiled and took a picture. No matter the future, I just wanted to remember that moment.
We ate. We played. We talked. We had a blast!