August 2010


While I was in Ghana, I committed one day to visiting a local community, this is the community that my Ghanaian children are from.

The trip was something I will never forget. I am sure it was another experience that will have changed me forever. I am not prepared to put the experience into words yet, but I just want to show some pictures. I hope a few of them will speak for themselves.

This photograph is of a woman who sells smoked fish. This community is a fishing community and there are numerous people selling the fish, and also an ample supply of fish during the fishing season. Based on the laws of supply and demand, I suspect this woman isn’t able to meet her basic needs by selling these fish.

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This is my last day in Ghana, for this trip anyway. I am trying to spend some time with BabyBoy and finish up a few other tasks here.

I was attempting to help get a visa for a child I was hoping to bring home to his mother. Unfortunately that did not happen. As for the facts, I don’t know why they are still waiting for their visa… as for timing, I am confident it will all work out in perfect timing. However, for this case, I am not the waiting mother, so it is easy for me to say.

It has been a busy trip. I miss my husband and 5 children in America. Yesterday the place I visited couldn’t have felt further from home. So today, I will feel the familiarity even of the airport here.

A man seated next to me on one of the flights here noted the similarity between the plane and a sardine can. I am not a fan of the sardine can style airplane, but I will take it, anything to get me back to Daddy T.

Flights with me on board do not generally run on time.

The people I sit next to on planes, generally to do not take flights that leave on time.

Running through an airport is not fun, I got to avoid this myself today, but saw plenty other airport triathletes (Run on moving walk way, run on escalator, run through the human obstical course).

Leashes on kids really are a good idea most anywhere, but especially in an international airport.

Should there really be places like Qdoba, or any other “beans-and-more” restaraunt in any airport?

There must be some way to hack into the free Caribou wireless that is blocked by the Airport WiFi, which I had to pay for. Seriously, can’t the airlines help out with this cost???

Political conversations should not take place in small enclosed places (especially aircrafts).

Recharging stations are like the miracle oasis of technology.

Shouldn’t there be more clocks in an airport, and if I have to pay to be on their wifi, should the arrivals and departures be on the homescreen or their webpage?

Apparently some airlines can misplace even “carry-on” luggage if you have to check it.

Departure times, arrival times, gate assigments and seat assignments can only be determined by process of elimination, starting with the printed, published, or documented assignment.

***But no worries my friends, I booked a 4 hour layover in Atlanta to give myself plenty of time for Murphy to do his thing.

Tomorrow afternoon I will start my journey to West Africa.

I will arrive in Accra, Ghana on Friday and likely return next Saturday. I hoped to be home on Tuesday, but I failed to accurately predict the date the embassy would want to see me.

I have a pretty long list of to-dos while I am there. I hope I can get them all in. #1 priority is to stare at BabyBoy as much as possible!

 

I don’t know this little girl’s name, let’s call her Blessing. Blessing is not an uncommon name in Ghana.

I was looking at this picture and thinking about how the kids in one of the orphanages would always do this little sing-songy clap to praise someone. If someone did something good, they would clap in rhythm and time and say, “Clap, clap… Clap for Blessing!” It always caught everyone’s attention. Even the very smallest children enjoyed this “game” and could participate. It makes me smile when I think about it.

Today I bought tickets to Ghana. HEY!! Clap, clap… clap for meeeee! If, if, if, my court decree is done on Wednesday (two days from now), then I will fly to Ghana on Thursday (three days from now). I will only stay a few days, and be back in the US by Tuesday. I am very excited. The reality is, I don’t know if I can leave on Thursday… but you can bet I’ll be praying! If Thursday is a no-go, then I am pretty sure I can go out the following Thursday.

But BabyBoy will not come home with me on this trip. When I leave on Tuesday, I am leaving with a change I could return in one month or less… or 3 months or more, or anything in between. The shortest possible timeline is 3-4 weeks, and would require nothing short of a miracle (but I am banking on it… can I “bank” on a miracle?). But as long as I can get him home before the end of the year, it will be a success… if it’s after the first of the year, then I will be a mess (yes, it rhymes, I’m talented that way).

No matter how you slice it, we are closer to bringing BabyBoy home, and that’s what matters!

My heart is waiting.

From the Ghana adoption blog one year ago.

Week 3

Transitions can be so hard. I loved my time in Ghana. It was a wonderful experience but I sooooo wanted to be home. Home was the US and Minnesota, and my house and my bed. American food, American laws, American culture… any of it would have made me feel home. More than anything I missed DaddyT and the kids, but I think it is obvious that you miss family.

 

So now my girls are here… we are heading into week 3 home. And I remember my week 3 in Ghana (of a total of 4 weeks on my first trip). (more…)

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