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Those Kids: Term 1 at HOPAC

Lily and friends during Pamoja Week (kind of like Spirit Week)

Grace joined the swim team….this is at her first Gala!

Kindergarteners are always excellent at walking in line

Grace in her Term 1 assembly

(This is one of my favorite parts of HOPAC….each class takes a turn each term to put on an assembly.  By the time they get to fifth grade, none of the kids have stage fright and all are completely comfortable performing!)

Josiah’s first grade class

Little Miss Kindergarten

Josiah’s first grade assembly

Lily’s kindergarten assembly

Grace’s field trip to test out their hand-made boats

Josiah’s field trip to the tide pools

Welcome to Our School

So this is how you know that your child’s uniform shirts were not manufactured in or for America: 

Doesn’t even bother with “Tumble Dry Low.”  

Lily’s kindergarten teacher is Tanzanian.

Josiah’s first grade teacher is American.

Grace’s third grade teacher is British.

And she is totally back in her element.  

And I am in my happy place.  

It was strange being “just a parent” on the first day of school, after 10 years of ministry there.  My responsibilities included getting a good breakfast into my kids, making sure they didn’t forget their water bottles, and meeting new parents.  My name is no longer on a box in the staff room, I had no photo-copies to make, and Gil was not speaking on the first-day assembly, like he did for 8 years.  I came home to a quiet house and had a Swahili lesson and then went to a meeting with our new partners in ministry.  It felt weird.

But I can’t tell you how grateful I am that we still get to be a part of Haven of Peace Academy, that my kids get to attend here and learn from all of these amazing people.  The very existence of this school enhances our new ministry in every way.  

And if you haven’t watched this video yet, please do!  Not only does it give a great picture of HOPAC, it also features Mark (our new co-worker) and our new ministry training Tanzanian church leaders.  (And it’s only four minutes long!)

And now she’s five.

I think of her birth mother at this time of year, the one who lost her life on this day, while giving her daughter life.  

It makes me sad.  

I rejoice that now she is mine, that I get the privilege of watching her grow.  But there is loss, too.

Isn’t she beautiful?

(showing off her newly pierced ears)

She has a very high-energy older sister.

She has a super-turbo-psycho energy older brother.

And she is not high energy.  

But she is fiercely determined and fiercely competitive, and she works hard to keep up with them, often exhausting herself in the process.  

I think her favorite days are Fridays, when Grace and Josiah are at on-site classes and it’s just her and me.  Unless I give her puzzles and books, she plays with her dolls, by herself all day, usually quietly singing out her stories.  

celebrating at Bibi and Babu’s house

celebrating at Grandma and Grandpa’s house

Consider the Lilies (Part 2)

During the summer of 2011, I was really worried.

Lily’s homecoming was taking waaaay longer than we
expected.  And every day that went by, I
knew our future plans were getting screwed up. 

Namely, because there are two ways for an adopted child to
get U.S. citizenship.  One way is by that
child living with their new family for two years overseas.  Then you just fill out a few simple forms,
and whammo, you get the citizenship.  This
is how we did it for both Grace and Josiah. 

Our original plan for Lily was to do the same thing.  However, the longer it took to bring her
home, our chances seriously diminished to use that citizenship process.  Lily ended up coming home on August 23,
2011.  And we planned to go to the States
for our year-long home assignment in July 2013. 
Which meant that process would not work for Lily, since we would have to
wait until August to even apply. 

So in the summer of 2011, I was really worried.  Being the long-range thinker that I am, I
knew that the longer we waited for Lily, the more complicated it would be to
get her citizenship in time for our home assignment.

But God showed me that summer that our theme of waiting for
Lily was from Matthew 6:  “…do not worry
about your life….See how the lilies of the field grow!  Seek first his kingdom and his righteousness,
and all these things will be given to you as well.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for
tomorrow will worry about itself.”
 

There is another way to apply for citizenship for an adopted
child.  It is the fast-track way (the
I-600, similar to the I-800, for those of you who know international adoption
lingo).  But the fast-track way requires
a home study by an American-licensed social worker…..which there is not an
abundance of in Tanzania, East Africa.  How
on earth would we find a social worker willing to fly to Tanzania and do a home
study?  How would we afford it, even if we
could find someone?

Then the amazing happened. 
God brought us a social worker last year, out of the blue, who was with
an adoption agency who worked a lot with American ex-patriots.  He did a home study for us.  This is what allowed us to start the process
to adopt from Ethiopia. 

And for no extra cost, he modified that home study so that
we could use it for Lily as well. 

In January, I submitted both applications to the American
embassy:  one for Lily’s citizenship, and
one that would allow us to be pre-qualified to adopt from Ethiopia. 

Yesterday, I found out that both were accepted. 

Why did I worry?  God had
it all planned out.  Now Lily will receive
her immigrant visa, and when she steps foot in the States in June, she will be
a U.S. citizen.

And soon, in very short order, our dossier will be sent to
Ethiopia, where we will begin the wait to be matched with a little Ethiopian
boy. 

And God says, Easy as pie. 
For heaven’s sake, stop worrying.
 

The Transformation into a Daughter

In one year, she grew five inches.  Five inches.  She was a premie at birth, and small for her age when we brought her home at age two and a half.  No one could call her tiny any more.

 

It’s been a different experience for us, bringing home a toddler instead of a baby.  She had come from an excellent place, but not a family.  She has a strong-willed personality to begin with, and had become accustomed to fighting for what she wanted.  A hand to hold, her cup of water, a lap to sit on, any possession that she had touched in the last 30 minutes–all were worth fighting for in her world.  And boy could she fight.   

 

She’s still a fighter, and I doubt that will change.  But she’s also secure in love.  She’s still a screamer, but it only lasts 30 seconds instead of 30 minutes. 

 

She is my introvert.  She is often quiet and comtemplative and likes to play by herself.  She is very domestic and loves anything to do with babies and dishes and cleaning.  Every day at dinnertime, she stands on the stool next to me, chattering away non-stop.  She loves to help, loves to wipe my cupboards, and loves to carry her babies around on her back, African style.

 

And now she’s four.

 

 

 

 

 

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