Sunday, March 07, 2010

Full Circle

About three and a half years ago, we had just moved back to my hometown and I begged, pleaded and cajoled the local (full) soccer league to let my Hatfield on a team.

They consented.

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One Spring evening, I gathered up my 1-year old Pona and nearly 5-year old Atticus to attend Hatfield's soccer game.

An adorable little blond girl befriended Pona. I saw her mom from a distance, who waved to me from her Soccer Mom chair.

Heading over there, I realized the Mom was watching her own 5 year old boy playing Legos, while she was nursing an adorable, squishy little baby. We discovered that my Hatfield and her Noah were on the same soccer team. We introduced ourselves and our children and chit chatted throughout the game.

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A few days later, my stepdad and I left for Haiti to meet my two little boys.

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Meanwhile, back home, the Mister escorted our crew to the soccer game. My new friend was there. "Where's your wife?" she asked.

"In Haiti, meeting the two boys we're adopting," the Mister responded while attempting to keep Paloma off of the soccer field.

"Haiti? Adopting?" this piqued my friend's interest. She proceeded to drill the Mister with questions regarding our adoption and adoption procedure, and he was able to answer. . . .one.

"Best to just call Sarah," he said. "Here's our number."

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I returned home from Haiti, and the next day brought our children to the soccer game. My friend Jill was ready and waiting. We talked children, adoption, Haiti the entire time. She took notes. While nursing. Literally. We stayed late and let the kids run around while finishing our conversation.

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A great friendship bloomed that soccer season. Between Jill and myself, our children, our husbands.

3 months later, they told us: They were adopting a little girl from Haiti.

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The next three and a half years are a blur of
waiting,
nerves,
lost referrals,
tears,
moral support,
finger nail biting,
hugs,
tears,
support,
worry,
anxiety,
hand holding,
emotional support
and more waiting.

Tonight, we got together for the first time as Complete Families.
Moms, Dads and 10 children.
Miles is home.
Keenan is home.
Amandine is home.
All of our children--
Hatfield
Noah
Dominic
Atticus
Amandine
Clarena
Miles
Keenan
Paloma
Audra.
Together.

Our Fabulous Five Year Olds: Miles, Clarena and Keenan
Miles tries Jill's favorite Sea Salt & Vinegar Chips.
Keenan, Miles, Atticus, Dominic, Clarena and Paloma
Jill playing "Up High, To the Side, Down Low, Too Slow" with Clarena and Amandine. Like any Mom of 5, she can multitask the important things: children and red wine.
Proof that Jill is the way better mom of the two of us. Here she is giving Hula Hoopin' Hatfield a run for her money.

Po shows us all how it's done.

Amandine knew Ti-Blan right away.

Ring Around the Rosies knows no language boundaries.

Mr. B. teaches the kids an American song about Magical Fruit.

Jill, Myself and Our Crew

Beginning to end.
We have come full circle.

For the first time
I feel like this adoption journey has truly ended,
and life as we know it
has truly begun.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

The B's have been a wonderful family to get to know. It is crazy to think about the fact that 10 kids and 4 adults had dinner together and everything went well, no abnormal chaos or any problems. Here's to families with many kids and even more happy memories.

-Mr.

Sawatzky family said...

What an amazing post Sarah :)
God is so good!!

bbbunch said...

Awesome! So happy for all of you!!!

Beck

Lisa said...

I'm so happy for you, Jill and your beautiful 10 children!!!

Tracy said...

What a GREAT story! Jill was on my Haiti trip Nov '08 and I thought she was a sweetheart too!

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