Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Bumps in the road

A quick update.

Day 3 of trip 3 in Ukraine, and I haven't had the opportunity to see my kids, yet...but soon.

I told Alex and Yana to be ready and packed,  I would be picking them up today from the orphanage, but I was so wrong.

Our day started at 3:30am, that is when Roma and I met in the lobby of our hotel. We both got a coffee and a Danish from the hotel restaurant and then we're in the car, 15 minutes later.

Alex was born 450 miles south, from the orphanage, and in Ukraine, all documents are in paper. No computer database to look up things. Everything has a paper trail. So... we started on that trail nice and early, that way we could get to the recorders office when it opened and to change his name to match the court decree. (We had finished Yana's the day before).

The ride was bumpy to say the least as we take back roads through the country side.  I must have hit my head against the backseat window so many times that... I couldn't even count, I forgot how.
The drive took a lot longer than expected. We had to weave in and out and around and through potholes bigger than the car.

A drive we thought would take 6 hours actually took 8. We arrived in the small town around 11:30.

In the time we drove there, we nearly ran into a house, killed a cat and broke a head light on the drivers car. We swerved through a herd of cattle  (around 50) crossing the road with a babushka holding a tree branch walking behind them. We saw countless buildings destroyed. As well as, 5 military tanks pass us on the wrong side of the road in a row. An uneasy feeling came over me as I saw them pass and I try to look as though I didn't notice.  
Mostly though, I saw simplicity.
And there is so much beauty in simplicity.
Even in the car, we were using maps and stopping people on the road for directions. I rolled down my window, using the crank, to snap pictures of the scenes below.
 Trying to remember and take in everything I saw.
Men and women in the fields, plowing the land by hand and bending down to plant the seeds.

Men up at 5 am at the fishing hole with a stick and a string.

People riding their bikes through town to pick up potatoes and radishes that sit in a bucket on the side of the road.

Simple and Amazing.
As Roma and I walked into the recorders office, and he introduced me as the mama, the women behind the desk looked at me and the asked Roma, "where's the dad?" Oh geez, here we go again.

Thankfully it was a quick phone call and then she began working on the changes. It took until 1:00 to get the birth certificate.
My heart begins to sink when I realize there is no way we will be able to get Alex's tax id number changed and pick them both up tonight. Plus, I had no way of telling them.

We walked into the hotel at 10:30 pm. We hadn't eaten all day except a snack the hotel packed for us (so sweet, right???).

I messaged Alex at the restaurant immediately, finally having wifi, "I am so sorry, we can not get you tonight. We do not have all the documents." He understands, but I am still sad.

I tell him that they should be ready at 12:00 tomorrow, with all their things packed because they are leaving.


Host mommies: I haven't brought any of the donations yet, but will tomorrow. Sorry :)

 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is you faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23

Does it get any simpler than this?

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