Saturday, September 22, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
There are also some really special items, like this super fancy and sparkly Ukrainian dress being worn by little Ruby.
Or, how about this pretty vintage string of pearls?
And there is NO WAY that a Bed and Breakfast Getaway should go for $25!
So, please check out this blog auction! Help us bring Maxim home!
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
There is a tight little group of Maxim lovers - a couple of ladies who have met him and interacted with him...and a few like me who have just loved his sweet face for awhile. We used to chat from time to time about what we could do to raise money for his grant fund, which families were possibly interested in him, and how we would work like crazy women to raise funds for whatever family decided to take a chance on him.
As 2012 rolled around, I couldn't help but think that this was Maxim's year. This would be the year that he finally found his way home. I had to believe it. I couldn't stand to think otherwise.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
It's late. I didn't get all my stuff done today. If I owe you an email...I'll get you tomorrow, ok? I just got done rocking Theo, and nothing comes before that.
Theo has a very difficult time falling asleep. He sits up and rocks front to back in classic orphanage style. It drives me nuts, but there's nothing I can do short of sitting in his room for hours telling him to lay down. He always pops right back up and begins rocking again.
Not long ago he started taking some medication, clonidine, to help him sleep better. It has helped a little bit at night, but it has helped a lot with his impulsiveness and control during the day. That surprised me.
When I poked my head into his bedroom to check on him tonight, he stood up and said, "mama! ba ba ba ba ba..." (He said mama a few times months and months ago, but not at all lately.)
Now, how could I resist that?! I took him out of bed and we rocked a little while. He was wound tight. He was a little wildcat! After some singing and rocking he calmed and I put him back to bed.
Later on I heard Theo's ugly cry coming from his room. Nothing stabs me in the heart like his ugly cry. He must not be feeling good, but he can't tell me. So we did some more rocking. I did my best to get some Ibuprofen into him, thinking it might be growing pains.
I hate it that he can't tell me what's wrong.
But more than anything, I hate the years that he spent with no one to rock him, no one to kiss the hurt away, no one to comfort him. But God...
“I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten—
the great locust and the young locust,
the other locusts and the locust swarm—
my great army that I sent among you.
You will have plenty to eat, until you are full,
and you will praise the name of the Lord your God,
who has worked wonders for you;
never again will my people be shamed. Joel 2:25-26
Monday, September 3, 2012
Two years ago today today, Theodore was lying in a hospital room...alone...200 miles away from me. We just got home from Ukraine when he got terribly ill and was admitted to the children's hospital. My husband had already missed too much work and was back on the road. I had no choice but to leave Theo there to care for everyone else at home...after promising him that I would never, ever leave him again.
That was the beginning of a tough period of re-entry for me. God wrecked my heart in Ukraine. There were no photos, no videos, no blog posts that could have prepared me for my experience there. It wasn't something I could put away when I got home. So many children haunted my dreams. So many children were starving for love and simply starving.
In the midst of getting to know our two new sons, dealing with unfamiliar medical issues, and running the household I had to find a way to advocate for those kids left behind. Tori, Masha, Mila, Edwin, Andrey...and Maxim came last.
Shortly before he turned six years old, Maxim's profile was moved to another category on the Reece's Rainbow adoption grant website. He was now considered an "older boy" and his $5000 grant was removed from him and put into an "older boy" community fund. The next family to adopt an "older boy" would receive any funds in that pot. The work we had done for him, the change we begged for, it was gone. My hope that Maxim would ever find a family was fading.
Here is the thing about Maxim...
I was saddened last week to learn that my favorite little guy from Reece's Rainbow had been moved away from his baby orphanage and placed in a mental institution. Little Maxim is now in a very dangerous place. Many children who are transferred don't survive for long.Sure, he has crossed eyes - totally fixable. Can you look beyond the eyes and see the little boy who wants to run and play? The little boy who deserves to know the love of a mommy and daddy? The little boy who is priceless not because he is perfect, but because he has intrinsic value as a human being?
This is a boy who has ALREADY been transferred to a mental institution. He NEEDS a family to commit to him as soon as possible. There is a family out there for him. Somewhere. Where are they?
Wait. What if it is us? How do I know? Leslie is one woman who "gets" me. She recently wrote that what she wants for Christmas is for her Reece's Rainbow prayer child to have a home. I would be so pleased if Maxim would have a family. (Sure, I'd like it to be ours in case you are wondering.) That would make for a pretty wonderful Christmas!
Did I really write that?
Later in December we collected coins for Maxim's grant fund:
A digital display indicated the running total in dollars. It was fun to watch the money add up! We poured the rest of the coins in and watched the total approach $100. We all cheered when we hit $100 and the counting continued.
Then...I bumped the jar. Yes, it fell to the floor...smashed! After all the care that I took to carry it carefully while it was heavy and full, I had to bump it and smash it now that it was empty. *sigh*
That was memorable!
In January of 2010, the Lord led us to Theodore, who was at risk of being transferred to a mental institution in Ukraine. He needed a family to come quickly and we answered the call for him.
Theo was in such poor, pitiful condition when we met him, I knew that we had done the right thing. But I never stopped thinking about Maxim and praying for his family. Yeah, there was some guilt, too. Heavy guilt.
To be continued...