(G.R.)
Well, we have pretty much done it. All the bags are pretty much ready to go except for the morning toiletries. They are lined up and ready for takeoff. Hopefully all of them land on the same runway at the same time.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Bags lined up and ready for takeoff
(G.R.)
Well, we have pretty much done it. All the bags are pretty much ready to go except for the morning toiletries. They are lined up and ready for takeoff. Hopefully all of them land on the same runway at the same time.
The Trip of a Lifetime, but Not a Vacation
We are moving quickly now, working to pack, gather the final details, and leave the house clean for a more pleasant return home. Packing is nearly finished: only the carry-on entertainments need to finish charging and being gathered and toiletries into packed luggage. We leave for the airport in less than 36 hours. Wow.
People keep asking us if we are excited. People also keep telling us to have fun in India. My internal reactions to these comments are interesting. We have been anticipating, waiting,and praying for this time to come for so long. We, of course, are excited, but I am not excited in the same way we were as we prepared to go to Disney.
Here's the thing: I am not anticipating this to be a vacation. This is not exactly going to be a fun trip. It will be amazing, life-changing, faith-deepening, and a whirlwind. It will be an adventure for sure. I expect to grow much closer to my Lord and to my family. But fun? I am not so sure about that.
In my mind, this is kind of like anticipating labor for the second (or fourth) time. When a mom is expecting her first child, there is decidedly an excitement...and a fear of the unknown of the birthing process. She has no real idea what to expect, no matter what classes she has taken (and keep in mind I have been teaching these classes for almost 9 years now.) As a mom approaches her subsequent labors, there is also an excitement, but also a feeling of, "I'm not really sure I want to go through labor again. It really isn't that fun." The rewards are decidedly worth it, but the process just can't be described as fun. That is where I am sitting. I've done this adoption trip once, and it wasn't really that fun.
As a doula, a childbirth educator, a biological mom, and an adoptive mom, I have always said that pregnancy and birth are faster and less painful than adoption. You can generally guess the timing of the arrival of a birth within a month. This adoption process has dragged on more than 6 months longer than had been guessed originally. The labor process for birth can be hard and exhausting with its own unique pain, but so does the trip to receive an adopted child (especially for international adoption.)
We have been walking the path of life for the last four years with a scared, wounded child, helping him to heal from his experiences in his first two years. We have seen so much love, growth,change and hope. We have also seen anger, pain, and fear. We will be adding another child with similar wounds. We do not know what she is like, but we do eagerly look forward to getting to know her.
Am I looking forward to this trip? Definitely. Am I excited? Absolutely. Will it be fun? It will have its moments, I am sure. Will it be a vacation? Doubtful. Would I do it again? Without a second thought.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
It's not what you know. It's who you know.
(Greg here)
Many moons ago when I was a young pup and knew absolutely everything there was to possibly know, I had a wise friend (hi'ya Bob) remark to me one time, "It's not what you know. It's who you know". Now, you have to understand. This was back when I was in high school. I was generally earning straight A's, I was taking literally every accelerated and advanced course that my high school had to offer, and was making an ultimately unsuccessful run at being valedictorian. I was also earning a paycheck at a local pizza joint while maintaining a varsity sport. So as you can see...I pretty much knew everything there was to know. So when my good friend (an adult with a heart as big as Texas to guide high school youth down proper paths) remarked to me one day that it wasn't always what I knew but was often who I knew that was important, I scoffed. I did so silently because I greatly respected him, but I was sure that all that work I was doing in high school would be way more important than simply knowing certain people.
I once thought the thing he taught me originated with him. I later learned that he was passing on wisdom that he had gleaned elsewhere. That may have been my first clue that perhaps I really didn't know everything after all. Over the years, I became more and more aware of the truth of that statement. At times it makes me sad. At times it makes me mad. This morning, it made me ecstatic.
We have mandatory medical appointments that we need to have Sneha attend while we are in India. The appointments must be 48 hours apart to allow for proper TB reading and must take place prior to our US Consulate appointment where we can obtain her visa into the US.
Allegedly, we are supposed to be able to call the med center and make the appointments. That didn't work. Then, we were supposed to be able to send them an email to schedule the appointments. That didn't work. Then we were supposed to be able to engage the assistance of the US Consulate. That didn't work. Then we got a phone number to a specific person who was supposed to be able to help us. That didn't work. We tried several of those routes several times. Nothing worked. Time was ticking.
After trying to do everything in our power, we went to Plan H. We contacted the director of one of the adoption agencies for whom I contract as an adoption assessor. She is from India. She returns there fairly regularly. Late last night, I emailed her our dilemma. She got up first thing this morning and got to work trying to solve the problem. Soon enough, she was able to successfully schedule our appointments on the very days we were trying to get them set for. Yaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy Rima. Thank you Thank you Thank you.
She then asked if there was anything else for which she could provide us assistance. As a matter of fact there was. We have been hoping very much to be able to visit the orphanage to be able take pictures and video and to try to interview people who may have known our little Arilyn Sneha. I was able to link her the information from the orphanage website that included phone numbers. She called back a short while later stating that she successfully reached Sister Regina (the head mistress) and secured permission for us to visit on either March 30 or March 31...again, the exact days we were hoping to be able to make that trip. We expect to go on March 30 in the morning during the 10-12 window in case we want to go back later that day or the next.
We are so excited about both prospects. The medical appointments are a necessary step toward bringing her home. The orphanage visit is a fantastic opportunity for us to gather some historical information with which to provide her as much of a background as we possibly can.
There are also obvious parallels from the title statement to God. I have been thinking about man's wisdom versus God's wisdom. I have been thinking about what I think I know versus the God I know. To know and be known...what an amazing thought.
Many moons ago when I was a young pup and knew absolutely everything there was to possibly know, I had a wise friend (hi'ya Bob) remark to me one time, "It's not what you know. It's who you know". Now, you have to understand. This was back when I was in high school. I was generally earning straight A's, I was taking literally every accelerated and advanced course that my high school had to offer, and was making an ultimately unsuccessful run at being valedictorian. I was also earning a paycheck at a local pizza joint while maintaining a varsity sport. So as you can see...I pretty much knew everything there was to know. So when my good friend (an adult with a heart as big as Texas to guide high school youth down proper paths) remarked to me one day that it wasn't always what I knew but was often who I knew that was important, I scoffed. I did so silently because I greatly respected him, but I was sure that all that work I was doing in high school would be way more important than simply knowing certain people.
I once thought the thing he taught me originated with him. I later learned that he was passing on wisdom that he had gleaned elsewhere. That may have been my first clue that perhaps I really didn't know everything after all. Over the years, I became more and more aware of the truth of that statement. At times it makes me sad. At times it makes me mad. This morning, it made me ecstatic.
We have mandatory medical appointments that we need to have Sneha attend while we are in India. The appointments must be 48 hours apart to allow for proper TB reading and must take place prior to our US Consulate appointment where we can obtain her visa into the US.
Allegedly, we are supposed to be able to call the med center and make the appointments. That didn't work. Then, we were supposed to be able to send them an email to schedule the appointments. That didn't work. Then we were supposed to be able to engage the assistance of the US Consulate. That didn't work. Then we got a phone number to a specific person who was supposed to be able to help us. That didn't work. We tried several of those routes several times. Nothing worked. Time was ticking.
After trying to do everything in our power, we went to Plan H. We contacted the director of one of the adoption agencies for whom I contract as an adoption assessor. She is from India. She returns there fairly regularly. Late last night, I emailed her our dilemma. She got up first thing this morning and got to work trying to solve the problem. Soon enough, she was able to successfully schedule our appointments on the very days we were trying to get them set for. Yaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy Rima. Thank you Thank you Thank you.
She then asked if there was anything else for which she could provide us assistance. As a matter of fact there was. We have been hoping very much to be able to visit the orphanage to be able take pictures and video and to try to interview people who may have known our little Arilyn Sneha. I was able to link her the information from the orphanage website that included phone numbers. She called back a short while later stating that she successfully reached Sister Regina (the head mistress) and secured permission for us to visit on either March 30 or March 31...again, the exact days we were hoping to be able to make that trip. We expect to go on March 30 in the morning during the 10-12 window in case we want to go back later that day or the next.
We are so excited about both prospects. The medical appointments are a necessary step toward bringing her home. The orphanage visit is a fantastic opportunity for us to gather some historical information with which to provide her as much of a background as we possibly can.
There are also obvious parallels from the title statement to God. I have been thinking about man's wisdom versus God's wisdom. I have been thinking about what I think I know versus the God I know. To know and be known...what an amazing thought.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
We need meds!!!!
(Greg here)
Well, I guess technically we don't need meds but we do need medical appointments. Unlike our trip to China, we are responsible for making her medical appointments while in India. We need to make two appointments two days apart. The problem is, we can't seem to make it happen. We have called them by phone, told them what was needed, were completely not understood, and assured we would get a call back to schedule the appointment. We still have not gotten a call. We have found an email address and tried to schedule that way. All we got back was two automated responses. We are hoping that we will learn something very very soon, perhaps even with phone call while we sleep tonight.
We also had a very difficult time making our in-country flight reservations. The website we were given would not accept our credit card. It also would not accept my in-laws card. Finally, my father-in-law called the credit card company and had a person sitting watching while he tried to complete the transaction. At a particular point in the transaction, the agent had to do something special to give a higher clearance to allow the charge to go through. Cool and creepy all at the same time. Anyway, those flights have been arranged as well.
Now if we could just get those meds!
Well, I guess technically we don't need meds but we do need medical appointments. Unlike our trip to China, we are responsible for making her medical appointments while in India. We need to make two appointments two days apart. The problem is, we can't seem to make it happen. We have called them by phone, told them what was needed, were completely not understood, and assured we would get a call back to schedule the appointment. We still have not gotten a call. We have found an email address and tried to schedule that way. All we got back was two automated responses. We are hoping that we will learn something very very soon, perhaps even with phone call while we sleep tonight.
We also had a very difficult time making our in-country flight reservations. The website we were given would not accept our credit card. It also would not accept my in-laws card. Finally, my father-in-law called the credit card company and had a person sitting watching while he tried to complete the transaction. At a particular point in the transaction, the agent had to do something special to give a higher clearance to allow the charge to go through. Cool and creepy all at the same time. Anyway, those flights have been arranged as well.
Now if we could just get those meds!
You're hiding from me. I'm Sikhing for you.
(Greg here)
Does anyone remember the Abominable Snowman from the Looney Tunes? He was the big hairy, but awfully friendly, monster from the north who always chased after Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck trying to make them his own and call them "George". Anyway, he would say things like, "You're hiding from me. I'm seeking for you."
I just learned that we do not, in fact, know that our new neighbors are Sikhs. One source says "yes" while another is not quite sure. Since we have not actually found that out to be true, I need to retract part of my last post. I will sikh out the proper information and post it here once I learn of it.
Does anyone remember the Abominable Snowman from the Looney Tunes? He was the big hairy, but awfully friendly, monster from the north who always chased after Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck trying to make them his own and call them "George". Anyway, he would say things like, "You're hiding from me. I'm seeking for you."
I just learned that we do not, in fact, know that our new neighbors are Sikhs. One source says "yes" while another is not quite sure. Since we have not actually found that out to be true, I need to retract part of my last post. I will sikh out the proper information and post it here once I learn of it.
Sikh, and ye shall find!
(Greg here)
I hope it is not blasphemous to use scripture to create a pun, but I couldn't resist! I do so love puns. Ok, so "Sikh" is the shorter version of "Sikhism" a religion centered largely in Punjab, India. It is relevant to our adoption story through a very long, convoluted string of events affecting a family in our neighborhood. The short story is the neighbors had to quickly move to Kansas last summer after the husband lost his job. Their house has been empty and sitting on the market since then. We leave for India this coming Sunday and our neighbors home just sold to DRUM ROLL PLEASE a family from India, practicing the Sikh religion, and sporting a 4 1/2 year old girl! For those keeping score, we are also bringing home a girl from India who is 4 1/2 years old. How cool is that?!! The other excellent opportunity is that when we moved into our current house, we prayed that we would be able to use our home as an outreach tool for other families in the neighborhood, particularly to the children. Now the Lord has arranged to have the mission field come to us after we return from it. NICE!!
I hope it is not blasphemous to use scripture to create a pun, but I couldn't resist! I do so love puns. Ok, so "Sikh" is the shorter version of "Sikhism" a religion centered largely in Punjab, India. It is relevant to our adoption story through a very long, convoluted string of events affecting a family in our neighborhood. The short story is the neighbors had to quickly move to Kansas last summer after the husband lost his job. Their house has been empty and sitting on the market since then. We leave for India this coming Sunday and our neighbors home just sold to DRUM ROLL PLEASE a family from India, practicing the Sikh religion, and sporting a 4 1/2 year old girl! For those keeping score, we are also bringing home a girl from India who is 4 1/2 years old. How cool is that?!! The other excellent opportunity is that when we moved into our current house, we prayed that we would be able to use our home as an outreach tool for other families in the neighborhood, particularly to the children. Now the Lord has arranged to have the mission field come to us after we return from it. NICE!!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Passport Arrived!!
(Greg here)
The "hurry-up and wait" has now moved solidly into "hurry up"! We got word today that after much waiting, our beautiful daughter's passport has finally arrived. We have been given permission to begin making the tentative travel plans. We should be able to finalize plans in the next 24-48 hours. We have airline tickets on hold to leave March 27 and return on April 8. We will be able to finalize once our adoption agency gets a bit more clarity on some information and can get some appointments scheduled within India.
If the plans just listed hold to form, then we will arrive in India at 12:15am Sunday night/Monday morning. We will then do some history reconnaissance over the next few days. Some places we hope to find, visit, film, and interview are at the hospital grounds where she was found, the orphanage where she spent the first two and a half years of her life, and the general area in which she grew up. We know almost to the spot where she was found. We will likely try to gather some soil, rock, or some other physical component of where she was abandoned. We do not know if we will be able to visit her orphanage but sure hope to. That would sure be a great part to add to prayer. From there, we would meet her on Friday. We would spent the day with her at VCT, and then she would return with us to the hotel that night. From then on, she will be with us constantly. What a change for her. What a change for us. I am so afraid that she will be so afraid. She can't love us right now. I know that and do not expect that. I do hope very much that she feels at ease enough with us that she is able to cope with that time fairly well. Hopefully it will feel more like a grand adventure during those first minutes and days rather than a terrifying abduction.
Anyway, after that meeting on Friday, she will then join us on a cross-country flight (can you fly "cross-country" if you are going from north to south rather than across the country? I don't know. It is good to ponder. Maybe I will think about that as I lie awake tonight. That is going to be happening mostly because of the info we have received but also because of the Serious Chocolate Ice Cream from UDF. Man o man, I am going to miss UDF ice cream while there. That will be one of the first things I get upon return. Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.......) on Sunday afternoon to New Delhi. Once in New Delhi, her exit-medical examination will be on Monday. On Tuesday we plan to visit the Taj Mahal. On Wednesday, we return to the medical center to receive her TB certificate. Later that same day, we will our exit interview at the US Consulate. On Thursday, we will return to the consulate to pick up her passport with her visa attached. The kids also hope to visit a zoo and so this might be zoo-day as well. We return home on Friday.
Prior to the arrival of our other three children, I had an incredible sense of how much our lives were about to change. That has definitely begun to settle in once again. I know bringing her into our home is what is best for both her and us, but good golly, it is awfully.....well, I don't really know but it is awfully something (insert a variety of strong emotions here).
The "hurry-up and wait" has now moved solidly into "hurry up"! We got word today that after much waiting, our beautiful daughter's passport has finally arrived. We have been given permission to begin making the tentative travel plans. We should be able to finalize plans in the next 24-48 hours. We have airline tickets on hold to leave March 27 and return on April 8. We will be able to finalize once our adoption agency gets a bit more clarity on some information and can get some appointments scheduled within India.
If the plans just listed hold to form, then we will arrive in India at 12:15am Sunday night/Monday morning. We will then do some history reconnaissance over the next few days. Some places we hope to find, visit, film, and interview are at the hospital grounds where she was found, the orphanage where she spent the first two and a half years of her life, and the general area in which she grew up. We know almost to the spot where she was found. We will likely try to gather some soil, rock, or some other physical component of where she was abandoned. We do not know if we will be able to visit her orphanage but sure hope to. That would sure be a great part to add to prayer. From there, we would meet her on Friday. We would spent the day with her at VCT, and then she would return with us to the hotel that night. From then on, she will be with us constantly. What a change for her. What a change for us. I am so afraid that she will be so afraid. She can't love us right now. I know that and do not expect that. I do hope very much that she feels at ease enough with us that she is able to cope with that time fairly well. Hopefully it will feel more like a grand adventure during those first minutes and days rather than a terrifying abduction.
Anyway, after that meeting on Friday, she will then join us on a cross-country flight (can you fly "cross-country" if you are going from north to south rather than across the country? I don't know. It is good to ponder. Maybe I will think about that as I lie awake tonight. That is going to be happening mostly because of the info we have received but also because of the Serious Chocolate Ice Cream from UDF. Man o man, I am going to miss UDF ice cream while there. That will be one of the first things I get upon return. Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.......) on Sunday afternoon to New Delhi. Once in New Delhi, her exit-medical examination will be on Monday. On Tuesday we plan to visit the Taj Mahal. On Wednesday, we return to the medical center to receive her TB certificate. Later that same day, we will our exit interview at the US Consulate. On Thursday, we will return to the consulate to pick up her passport with her visa attached. The kids also hope to visit a zoo and so this might be zoo-day as well. We return home on Friday.
Prior to the arrival of our other three children, I had an incredible sense of how much our lives were about to change. That has definitely begun to settle in once again. I know bringing her into our home is what is best for both her and us, but good golly, it is awfully.....well, I don't really know but it is awfully something (insert a variety of strong emotions here).
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Passport Approved!
(Greg here)
We learned yesterday that Sneha's passport was approved. For whatever reason, VCT is not permitted to go pick it up in person but must wait for it to be mailed. Apparently this passport office is notorious for letting things sit around before mailing them and the passport is not expected to arrive for about 10 days. We are unsure if that is business days or straight days. We are not yet able to make any concrete plans until that passport is in hand. Again, we are not sure exactly why, but it seems to have something to do with verifying the name they put on the passport to ensure that other documentation exactly matches. I can understand that. Our best guess for travel dates is somewhere around the second or third week of March.
It is strange. Now that we are this close, I suddenly feel completely unprepared. The parenting part seems doable, but for some reason the getting prepared for the actual trip seems awfully challenging. We have had suitcases out for awhile, slowly filling them with things that we want to take. There is just so much to prepare. There is a certain quality to myself that when things reach a certain level, I get to feeling pretty jittery inside and bogged down by thoughts that the things won't be accomplished. Then, stupidly, I have a tendency to spin in space rather than forging ahead and knocking things out one at a time. True, soon enough I get to the knocking things out. I generally am a pretty organized guy. But, I despise the time I spend spinning in my head. I can feel that spinning beginning to slowly whirl.
We are hoping that our travel dates easily allow for us to arrive several days ahead of schedule so we can see as much of her area as possible to gather as much of a "history" for her as possible. What we don't want is to have to make a decision between delaying our getting her for a few days to amass the history, or skipping the history to get her absolutely as soon as possible. At quick pass, different readers may come to a quick decision on what they would do. It does take some thought though and careful consideration yields that the decision is not as easy as would first seem whichever side of the fence you sit on. So, we hope the decision is made for us such that we can naturally arrive earlier without us having to make a possible decision to delay getting her for a few days. To take her with us on a history gathering tour is not something we want to do as the potential to arouse unwanted feelings is pretty high.
I tell you...to international business travelers, our fretting must seem a bit ridiculous. But to a guy who has only been west of the Mississippi twice in his lifetime, packing up a family to go to India for two weeks is a bit daunting.
We learned yesterday that Sneha's passport was approved. For whatever reason, VCT is not permitted to go pick it up in person but must wait for it to be mailed. Apparently this passport office is notorious for letting things sit around before mailing them and the passport is not expected to arrive for about 10 days. We are unsure if that is business days or straight days. We are not yet able to make any concrete plans until that passport is in hand. Again, we are not sure exactly why, but it seems to have something to do with verifying the name they put on the passport to ensure that other documentation exactly matches. I can understand that. Our best guess for travel dates is somewhere around the second or third week of March.
It is strange. Now that we are this close, I suddenly feel completely unprepared. The parenting part seems doable, but for some reason the getting prepared for the actual trip seems awfully challenging. We have had suitcases out for awhile, slowly filling them with things that we want to take. There is just so much to prepare. There is a certain quality to myself that when things reach a certain level, I get to feeling pretty jittery inside and bogged down by thoughts that the things won't be accomplished. Then, stupidly, I have a tendency to spin in space rather than forging ahead and knocking things out one at a time. True, soon enough I get to the knocking things out. I generally am a pretty organized guy. But, I despise the time I spend spinning in my head. I can feel that spinning beginning to slowly whirl.
We are hoping that our travel dates easily allow for us to arrive several days ahead of schedule so we can see as much of her area as possible to gather as much of a "history" for her as possible. What we don't want is to have to make a decision between delaying our getting her for a few days to amass the history, or skipping the history to get her absolutely as soon as possible. At quick pass, different readers may come to a quick decision on what they would do. It does take some thought though and careful consideration yields that the decision is not as easy as would first seem whichever side of the fence you sit on. So, we hope the decision is made for us such that we can naturally arrive earlier without us having to make a possible decision to delay getting her for a few days. To take her with us on a history gathering tour is not something we want to do as the potential to arouse unwanted feelings is pretty high.
I tell you...to international business travelers, our fretting must seem a bit ridiculous. But to a guy who has only been west of the Mississippi twice in his lifetime, packing up a family to go to India for two weeks is a bit daunting.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Numbers
Random thoughts I have been having:
I have been praying for this child for 26% of her life. I have known about her for 415 days and have thought of her and lifted her up each and every one of those days.
This 415 days is less than 3% of my lifetime. Wow. If this process seems to be taking forever for me, what must it seem like for her? I pray that someday she will understand the ache in our hearts at the long wait.
We should be receiving our renewed I800a this week. Maybe it is even in today's mail. Her passport is still being processed and will hopefully come sooner than later. I trust in God's timing, but it doesn't mean that I like it. I know that He sees the tapestry of my life and of her life from above and sees the picture that is being woven. I am underneath staring at the threads, not understanding the image that is forming. I trust Him. I give Him my impatience.
It is hard for me to see people who started their adoption process after we did receiving their children before we do. The inner child in me is jumping up and down and shouting, "No fair! I was here first!" I do not begrudge anyone their success. My heart rejoices when any child is received by their forever family. Yet the inner child inside is still verging on a tantrum. I trust. His timing is the right timing.
We are working on being ready to receive her. We have a bed for her next to ours. We have her clothes washed and ready. We have a soft, fuzzy blankie ready. We have a toothbrush, and a coat, and a booster seat. Her car seat is ready to go into the van. We have a Bitty Baby waiting for her in the living room. We have suitcases in the family room collecting things to take. We are ready. Now we just need for the bureaucrats to finish their jobs and say, "Come."
Now a treat: photos of her :)
I have been praying for this child for 26% of her life. I have known about her for 415 days and have thought of her and lifted her up each and every one of those days.
This 415 days is less than 3% of my lifetime. Wow. If this process seems to be taking forever for me, what must it seem like for her? I pray that someday she will understand the ache in our hearts at the long wait.
We should be receiving our renewed I800a this week. Maybe it is even in today's mail. Her passport is still being processed and will hopefully come sooner than later. I trust in God's timing, but it doesn't mean that I like it. I know that He sees the tapestry of my life and of her life from above and sees the picture that is being woven. I am underneath staring at the threads, not understanding the image that is forming. I trust Him. I give Him my impatience.
It is hard for me to see people who started their adoption process after we did receiving their children before we do. The inner child in me is jumping up and down and shouting, "No fair! I was here first!" I do not begrudge anyone their success. My heart rejoices when any child is received by their forever family. Yet the inner child inside is still verging on a tantrum. I trust. His timing is the right timing.
We are working on being ready to receive her. We have a bed for her next to ours. We have her clothes washed and ready. We have a soft, fuzzy blankie ready. We have a toothbrush, and a coat, and a booster seat. Her car seat is ready to go into the van. We have a Bitty Baby waiting for her in the living room. We have suitcases in the family room collecting things to take. We are ready. Now we just need for the bureaucrats to finish their jobs and say, "Come."
Now a treat: photos of her :)
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
What I have learned in the last 10 minutes
When growing up, my brother had a few favorite things he used to say to me. I never appreciated them much, but a few of those things have some relevance now. There were times when I would say something like, "I didn't think that it would turn out that way", or something else like "I thought it wouldn't matter". Except I often didn't get the whole thing out. Pretty often I would start with, "I didn't think..." and he would sternly interrupt with "THAT'S RIGHT. YOU DIDN'T THINK." Or I would start to say, "I thought..." and he would angrily interrupt with "YOU THOUGHT, AND YOU THOUGHT WRONG." I was reminded of this in the past few minutes while praying. I made several statements to God like, "I just don't see how this helps anything." or "I just don't see how this helps her out." or "I just don't see what the point of delaying this even further is." Unlike my brother's stern interruptions, God gently interrupted me with "You're right Greg. You just don't see." He then proceeded to remind me of a few things.
Without going into details, the past two weeks have been unlike any two weeks since Elijah arrived home. It has been positively amazing. Not a day has gone by in the past two weeks that Maren and I haven't thought about the unbelievable difference in our son. I said today that it was like we had a new son. She wondered out loud if we have ever experienced him like this. I was also reminded that she and I are learning some new things about parenting an adopted child and are actively improving our skills. Neither of those things would have happened if we had been able to travel sooner. My mother-in-law wondered several weeks ago if part of the delay wasn't related to Elijah in some way and helping him get to where he needed to be. It seems that this could be spot-on.
I was also made aware in the past ten minutes that our desire to bring Sneha home sooner has some elements of selfishness interwoven into the genuine desire to start her in her family as soon as possible. These are going to be hard to tease out, but I want it to happen.
I was also reminded in the past ten minutes that even though I may not want to grow sometimes, it is for my benefit that it happens. For the 10,000th time, I am trying to allow myself to be transformed. To paraphrase a seeker of God, "Lord, I want to grow. Help my desire to stagnate."
Without going into details, the past two weeks have been unlike any two weeks since Elijah arrived home. It has been positively amazing. Not a day has gone by in the past two weeks that Maren and I haven't thought about the unbelievable difference in our son. I said today that it was like we had a new son. She wondered out loud if we have ever experienced him like this. I was also reminded that she and I are learning some new things about parenting an adopted child and are actively improving our skills. Neither of those things would have happened if we had been able to travel sooner. My mother-in-law wondered several weeks ago if part of the delay wasn't related to Elijah in some way and helping him get to where he needed to be. It seems that this could be spot-on.
I was also made aware in the past ten minutes that our desire to bring Sneha home sooner has some elements of selfishness interwoven into the genuine desire to start her in her family as soon as possible. These are going to be hard to tease out, but I want it to happen.
I was also reminded in the past ten minutes that even though I may not want to grow sometimes, it is for my benefit that it happens. For the 10,000th time, I am trying to allow myself to be transformed. To paraphrase a seeker of God, "Lord, I want to grow. Help my desire to stagnate."
Disappointing news
We learned a little bit ago that the past six weeks have essentially been for nothing. We thought we were waiting for the passport to be issued based on information shared with us near Christmas. We just learned that yesterday they were able to file for her passport. We have asked to have some clarification since we were told this happened the day after we received written guardianship. We were just told the passport should come in 2-6 weeks, but again, that was what we were told in December. On top of this frustration, our updated fingerprints have not yet come back either which usually would have happened by now. Each day that goes by there suggests that there will be a longer delay in the future as they may request additional paperwork to be completed.
We are trying to stay aware that we see one very tiny slice of this whole thing and that our Lord sees the whole picture. It is a challenging and growth-inducing perspective. I must admit that I don't always feel like growing.
We are trying to stay aware that we see one very tiny slice of this whole thing and that our Lord sees the whole picture. It is a challenging and growth-inducing perspective. I must admit that I don't always feel like growing.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Passport to Nowhere
You know, in our world, when someone doesn't know something but is asked about it, the person often flippantly responds with "God only knows". I think in my entire life, I have never uttered this phrase. I try take seriously the holiness of God and try not to so easily dismiss Him. I can safely say, and with no casualness intended that God only knows when we might be given permission to travel.
I would love to post the email Maren received today from the director of the India program at our agency. Perhaps someday when our beloved little girl is at home, I might go back and edit this particular post to include the full text of the email. I want her to know about it. I want her to someday understand that we did everything we could to bring her home as soon as we could and that so much of the delay came down to shenanigans on the part of others.
In keeping with the norm for the past year, nothing is happening during the expected time frames. The latest hang-up is her passport. The passport was supposed to be issued within 10 days from the date of application. I have lost track as to where we are at this point, but it is right at about a month. The email we got today indicated we can probably expect to wait several weeks more or even longer. If I understood the email correctly, the problem essentially seems to be coming down to government employees attempting to make themselves look good by doing nothing. Yes, you read that correctly. Somehow or other, there seems to be some sort of twisted interpretation of self-pride that is keeping people from doing their job. Basically, if they don't do their job, they cannot do anything wrong. Only by doing one's job can one make a mistake, therefore, better to not do the job at all. Really. That is honestly the way it seems to come across. I want to be clear that I am talking about employees on the India side as the goverment employees on the U.S. side really have been quite accomodating and swift (child abuse checks aside).
This passport slow-down is affecting several different adoption agencies and families waiting to travel. The part that really gets my craw is that we are now her legal guardians. We are legally responsible for her. We have never met her. We would love to meet her. We want to bring her home. And yet, we can't go because they won't issue a passport for her. There is nothing that needs to be decided. There is nothing that needs to be investigated. There are no documents that need to be produced. Someone somewhere simply needs to take a funny little booklet, imprint her picture on it, slap some official lingo on it, and get it to her social workers in India. It is tough to be patient with that sort of thing. I can understand a mistake. I can understand a misplaced document. I honestly can't understand someone not even attempting their job. That is just flat wrong. It is made even more wrong when the life of an innocent little girl hangs in the balance.
I would love to post the email Maren received today from the director of the India program at our agency. Perhaps someday when our beloved little girl is at home, I might go back and edit this particular post to include the full text of the email. I want her to know about it. I want her to someday understand that we did everything we could to bring her home as soon as we could and that so much of the delay came down to shenanigans on the part of others.
In keeping with the norm for the past year, nothing is happening during the expected time frames. The latest hang-up is her passport. The passport was supposed to be issued within 10 days from the date of application. I have lost track as to where we are at this point, but it is right at about a month. The email we got today indicated we can probably expect to wait several weeks more or even longer. If I understood the email correctly, the problem essentially seems to be coming down to government employees attempting to make themselves look good by doing nothing. Yes, you read that correctly. Somehow or other, there seems to be some sort of twisted interpretation of self-pride that is keeping people from doing their job. Basically, if they don't do their job, they cannot do anything wrong. Only by doing one's job can one make a mistake, therefore, better to not do the job at all. Really. That is honestly the way it seems to come across. I want to be clear that I am talking about employees on the India side as the goverment employees on the U.S. side really have been quite accomodating and swift (child abuse checks aside).
This passport slow-down is affecting several different adoption agencies and families waiting to travel. The part that really gets my craw is that we are now her legal guardians. We are legally responsible for her. We have never met her. We would love to meet her. We want to bring her home. And yet, we can't go because they won't issue a passport for her. There is nothing that needs to be decided. There is nothing that needs to be investigated. There are no documents that need to be produced. Someone somewhere simply needs to take a funny little booklet, imprint her picture on it, slap some official lingo on it, and get it to her social workers in India. It is tough to be patient with that sort of thing. I can understand a mistake. I can understand a misplaced document. I honestly can't understand someone not even attempting their job. That is just flat wrong. It is made even more wrong when the life of an innocent little girl hangs in the balance.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Happy Birthday to.........Us???
Today is Elijah's birthday, but we all got a bit of a present today. As noted yesterday, we decided to take a flyer to see if we could get our fingerprints redone (or is it rerererereredone?) early. This would accomplish several things. One, they can be being processed at the same time our daughter's passport is being processed. Two, there is still a very real possibility that the prints will be rejected as we did not have all the typically (but not completely mandatory) paperwork redone. Getting these prints done sooner will allow for extra time if there are problems.
The story about today is a rather neat one. In co-op this morning, Maren had one mom ask if we were taking the boys with us to the printing. We really didn't want to for ease sake and hoped to pass them off to someone. This mom (thank you Amy) was interested in taking them but the logistics just weren't going to be easy to pull off. Maren then was able to ask another mom (thank you Kris) who would be able to take the boys skating with other kids but would not be able to be fully hands on to help with Elijah. The next person sitting with them was able to provide the extra attention he would need with skates (thank you Katy) and happily rounded out a multi-mom effort to make our trip easier. It turned out to be a bigger deal than any of them realized at the time.
Once I got home from work, we blazed down to the federal building, and found a spot on the street just about a block away from the building. Because we were kidless, we could briskly walk down the sidewalk and cross the streets to get to the building. We quickly determined that the police officer looking through the bushes using his baton immediately in front of the federal building was not exhibiting enough alarm to keep us from entering the building. After I got a preview of what TSA pat-downs might be like (don't forget to put your phone in the bin...it makes the bomb- checkers a wee bit tense), we rushed into the room at approximately 3:43pm.
One person was just leaving while another met us at the bullet-proof window. Well, I don't know for sure that it was bullet proof, but testing it probably would have made the bomb-checkers a wee bit tenser. Anyway, the nice but exasperated lady inquired about our business. When we made our very humble and very apologetic case, she hollered back "We've got another one". I don't know exactly what the unseen man several rooms over hollered back, but his tone of voice suggested it probably wasn't, "Oh goody. I hadn't fulfilled my desire to help humankind enough this week, and I was really hoping someone would rush in at the end of the day, on a Friday, the start of a long holiday weekend (MLK Day), WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT, and ask us to do something we have already set aside time to do in several weeks." Maybe that was his response, but I really don't think so. While this was all happening, we looked on the wall to see a very clearly written statement that really did say something like, "There WILL BE NO fingerprints taken after 3:45 pm". We looked at our watch which said, "3:45". Well, technically it didn't say it, as I have graduated past talking watches, but you get the picture. At some point in this, the manager guy showed his face (not the rather unhappy man mentioned above), realized we were adoptive parents seeking our prints, and really did say, "We tend to treat our adoptive parents really well." He hopped the other two into high gear and had all three of them working super-fast to get our work done. Just as Maren's was getting finished, it was discovered that one of her social security number digits was wrong. The man commented that if that had not been caught, it would have caused major problems. Thank you Lord for all that went well today. By the time it was all said and done, we were actually there probably less than ten minutes! Apparently the end of the day before a long weekend can be a pretty powerful motivator!
The story about today is a rather neat one. In co-op this morning, Maren had one mom ask if we were taking the boys with us to the printing. We really didn't want to for ease sake and hoped to pass them off to someone. This mom (thank you Amy) was interested in taking them but the logistics just weren't going to be easy to pull off. Maren then was able to ask another mom (thank you Kris) who would be able to take the boys skating with other kids but would not be able to be fully hands on to help with Elijah. The next person sitting with them was able to provide the extra attention he would need with skates (thank you Katy) and happily rounded out a multi-mom effort to make our trip easier. It turned out to be a bigger deal than any of them realized at the time.
Once I got home from work, we blazed down to the federal building, and found a spot on the street just about a block away from the building. Because we were kidless, we could briskly walk down the sidewalk and cross the streets to get to the building. We quickly determined that the police officer looking through the bushes using his baton immediately in front of the federal building was not exhibiting enough alarm to keep us from entering the building. After I got a preview of what TSA pat-downs might be like (don't forget to put your phone in the bin...it makes the bomb- checkers a wee bit tense), we rushed into the room at approximately 3:43pm.
One person was just leaving while another met us at the bullet-proof window. Well, I don't know for sure that it was bullet proof, but testing it probably would have made the bomb-checkers a wee bit tenser. Anyway, the nice but exasperated lady inquired about our business. When we made our very humble and very apologetic case, she hollered back "We've got another one". I don't know exactly what the unseen man several rooms over hollered back, but his tone of voice suggested it probably wasn't, "Oh goody. I hadn't fulfilled my desire to help humankind enough this week, and I was really hoping someone would rush in at the end of the day, on a Friday, the start of a long holiday weekend (MLK Day), WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT, and ask us to do something we have already set aside time to do in several weeks." Maybe that was his response, but I really don't think so. While this was all happening, we looked on the wall to see a very clearly written statement that really did say something like, "There WILL BE NO fingerprints taken after 3:45 pm". We looked at our watch which said, "3:45". Well, technically it didn't say it, as I have graduated past talking watches, but you get the picture. At some point in this, the manager guy showed his face (not the rather unhappy man mentioned above), realized we were adoptive parents seeking our prints, and really did say, "We tend to treat our adoptive parents really well." He hopped the other two into high gear and had all three of them working super-fast to get our work done. Just as Maren's was getting finished, it was discovered that one of her social security number digits was wrong. The man commented that if that had not been caught, it would have caused major problems. Thank you Lord for all that went well today. By the time it was all said and done, we were actually there probably less than ten minutes! Apparently the end of the day before a long weekend can be a pretty powerful motivator!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Passports back! Next Step Please.
Our passports arrived back home today with some very cool looking Indian visas secured in them. It is good to get them back.
We are going to "wing it" tomorrow and show up at USCIS with no appointment with the hopes that someone there will have compassion on us and allow us to update our fingerprints prior to February 2 when our appointments are scheduled. If they will grant us this small request, it will save us at least three weeks. Three weeks doesn't sound like much, but we are ready to be done with this.
We are going to "wing it" tomorrow and show up at USCIS with no appointment with the hopes that someone there will have compassion on us and allow us to update our fingerprints prior to February 2 when our appointments are scheduled. If they will grant us this small request, it will save us at least three weeks. Three weeks doesn't sound like much, but we are ready to be done with this.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Visas and fingerprints
We got word today that the Indian consulate in New York has accepted our request to go to their country and awarded each of us a visa valid for the next six months. This is quite good news. We were somewhat concerned that Elijah's passport might cause a bit of an issue simply due to the fact that he was not born in this country. We had taken steps to secure an Ohio birth certificate for him as well as a United States passport. These things seem to have made his visa process the same as ours.
Additionally, we have gotten word that our next fingerprint appointment is scheduled for February 2...the same day our last prints expire. We aren't sure what that means. We are sure that it means we have no shot at traveling prior to February 2. We don't know if we could travel the next day if needed or if we will have to wait until something comes back from USCIS. Obviously we are hoping that we can travel without waiting for paperwork to be returned.
Additionally, we have gotten word that our next fingerprint appointment is scheduled for February 2...the same day our last prints expire. We aren't sure what that means. We are sure that it means we have no shot at traveling prior to February 2. We don't know if we could travel the next day if needed or if we will have to wait until something comes back from USCIS. Obviously we are hoping that we can travel without waiting for paperwork to be returned.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Good news! Bad news!
Short and sweet tonight.
First, the good news.
We got our written orders! YES!!! We don't know for sure, but this should also mean the social services agency in India applied for her passport. If that is the case, we could already be a few days into the passport process. There were internet problems on the India side so the written orders were actually given a few days ago. We are just learning of them this evening. The passport process is supposed to take 2-4 weeks. I will believe that when I see it. Once the passport is completed, we can contact the consulate in India to schedule the necessary dates. Once that is done, we can arrange our travel. In theory, this could take place in the next 4-6 weeks. Again, I will believe it when I see it.
Now, the bad news.
Those stinking fingerprints I have mentioned repeatedly expire February 2, 2011. We have gotten our homestudy updated but that update contains the old dates of our original Ohio and FBI fingerprints along with our child abuse background checks. Our agency has requested that we begin pursuing those updates as well. It is possible that USCIS will approve the federal fingerprint extension without these updates. If so, we can move on as planned. If they require these updates before approving the extension, everything comes to a screeching halt until those updates are returned. We heard word recently that the child abuse background checks which usually take less than 30 days are currently running about 3 months. That could mean that India would be ready for us to travel in perhaps 6 weeks, but that the US will not allow that travel to take place for 3-4 months. That would be crushing.
We have a simple, but clear prayer request.
That CIS will approve our fingerprint extension without needing the extra updates. If the updates are needed, that they would be processed quickly.
First, the good news.
We got our written orders! YES!!! We don't know for sure, but this should also mean the social services agency in India applied for her passport. If that is the case, we could already be a few days into the passport process. There were internet problems on the India side so the written orders were actually given a few days ago. We are just learning of them this evening. The passport process is supposed to take 2-4 weeks. I will believe that when I see it. Once the passport is completed, we can contact the consulate in India to schedule the necessary dates. Once that is done, we can arrange our travel. In theory, this could take place in the next 4-6 weeks. Again, I will believe it when I see it.
Now, the bad news.
Those stinking fingerprints I have mentioned repeatedly expire February 2, 2011. We have gotten our homestudy updated but that update contains the old dates of our original Ohio and FBI fingerprints along with our child abuse background checks. Our agency has requested that we begin pursuing those updates as well. It is possible that USCIS will approve the federal fingerprint extension without these updates. If so, we can move on as planned. If they require these updates before approving the extension, everything comes to a screeching halt until those updates are returned. We heard word recently that the child abuse background checks which usually take less than 30 days are currently running about 3 months. That could mean that India would be ready for us to travel in perhaps 6 weeks, but that the US will not allow that travel to take place for 3-4 months. That would be crushing.
We have a simple, but clear prayer request.
That CIS will approve our fingerprint extension without needing the extra updates. If the updates are needed, that they would be processed quickly.
Friday, December 24, 2010
One year ago today
I feel like there should be some grand announcement related to this day. Strangely, there is not. On December 22, 2010 Maren received a call stating that our adoption agency wanted to send us a referral. They told Maren a little about the girl, then three years old. It sounded very promising and we asked for more information. The next day, we were emailed additional information related to her with the promise the following day of a video arriving in the mail. December 24, 2010 that video arrived. As if our hearts weren't captured enough by the still pictures, the video positively melted them. Thus, today marks one year since we officially began to adopt this very special girl.
It has been quite a year. The arrival of the referral came over a year earlier than we expected. At the same time, the courts in India are taking way longer than we expected. Their own Supreme Court had previously issued a ruling that adoptions should be processed within two months. Thus, when our hearing was first presented in May 2010, we should have been home with her by August at the latest. Well, here we are, one year from first "meeting" her. We still do not have written orders from the court. We missed her 4th birthday when that shouldn't have happened. We missed Thanksgiving with her when that shouldn't have happened. We now miss Christmas with her this year as well. We are disappointed but not disheartened. We are sad but not sullen. We are irritated but not incensed.
She has gifts under our tree. We eagerly await her arrival. In the meantime, we celebrate the arrival of another very special child. Had Jesus not considered equality with God something to be grasped, had he not taken the form of man, had he not first adopted us as sons and daughters, we would have no hope for our daughter's adoption to our family. Thank you Jesus. Merry Christmas.
It has been quite a year. The arrival of the referral came over a year earlier than we expected. At the same time, the courts in India are taking way longer than we expected. Their own Supreme Court had previously issued a ruling that adoptions should be processed within two months. Thus, when our hearing was first presented in May 2010, we should have been home with her by August at the latest. Well, here we are, one year from first "meeting" her. We still do not have written orders from the court. We missed her 4th birthday when that shouldn't have happened. We missed Thanksgiving with her when that shouldn't have happened. We now miss Christmas with her this year as well. We are disappointed but not disheartened. We are sad but not sullen. We are irritated but not incensed.
She has gifts under our tree. We eagerly await her arrival. In the meantime, we celebrate the arrival of another very special child. Had Jesus not considered equality with God something to be grasped, had he not taken the form of man, had he not first adopted us as sons and daughters, we would have no hope for our daughter's adoption to our family. Thank you Jesus. Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 10, 2010
He can still pound salt
After I wrote yesterday's posting in which I made reference to Satan pounding salt to express my frustration that we are experiencing another delay and additional cost, I spent a good part of the day unsettled about the comment. It feels like a Holy Spirit type of unsettling. I suspect what this means is that this delay and the additional work actually aren't the result of Satan's attempts to throw obstacles in our way, but may very well be the result of God placing or allowing these things to occur now and at this part of the process. I have been experiencing a great sense of peace when thinking about it this way which further adds credibility that I shouldn't view this negatively. Perhaps we will never know the reason for the delay and extra work. That is OK. It is OK that we have to go through it as well. The pure frustration from last night has switched noticeably to a sense of contentment today. I can dig that.
When Reality Gives an Optimist a Swift Kick in the Pants...OR...Confessions of a Former Pessimist
Wasn't it Rocky and Bullwinkle that gave titles like that? I can't remember.
Aggravatingly, but not surprisingly, we got another call from our social worker in Eugene, Oregon today. He had some contact with the folks in India and learned that some Clerk of Courts is unexplainedly sitting on a document that moves the judge's order from a verbal order to a written order. It is really a basic step, but it is not getting completed. Anyway, our social worker is no longer comfortable with allowing us to forgo updating our USCIS fingerprints. The extension is free but the required home study update, the three OTHER sets of fingerprints (breathe Greg...breathe...you're not breathing Greg...it's just fingerprints Greg), and the required health physicals are not free. Many emotions have existed during this adoption process. I am having a pretty pure sense of frustration through this. The additional work on our part should not be necessary. The additional cost should not be necessary. We don't gain anything from it. It doesn't advance us any further than we are today. Errrrrrgh. Satan can go pound salt for all I care. We are going to see this thing through.
So, where does the confession come in? Well, I used to be a pessimist. (Right about now my wife is probably saying "Used to be...snort". She's wrong. I am big-time different from how I used to be.) I used to be a pretty big pessimist. Nothing was going to go right in my view. If things did go right, it was only to mask the larger thing going wrong...or so I thought. I spent years of very conscious effort to turn this around. This is not to say that I don't still have times where I don't expect things to work out. Actually, earlier this week when our social worker said he was confident we would get back before February 2, I very realistically pointed out the time frames involved. Realistically (not pessimistically) the time frames were awful tight, and I was not convinced it was wise to hold off on getting a home study update.
The confession is not that I used to be a pessimist. The confession is that when I used to be a pessimist, I often secretly loved it when an optimist got proven wrong...even if I meant that I also lost out in the deal. Pretty pathetic, huh? Well, I have no feelings of winning or superiority now that my optimist friend in Oregon had to change his tune. I am not even bothered by his initial optimism. Honestly, it was fun for a day or two. But now it is time to get back to business. It has been a few months since we juggled paperwork. Maybe it will be fun. Maybe Satan can go pound salt.
Aggravatingly, but not surprisingly, we got another call from our social worker in Eugene, Oregon today. He had some contact with the folks in India and learned that some Clerk of Courts is unexplainedly sitting on a document that moves the judge's order from a verbal order to a written order. It is really a basic step, but it is not getting completed. Anyway, our social worker is no longer comfortable with allowing us to forgo updating our USCIS fingerprints. The extension is free but the required home study update, the three OTHER sets of fingerprints (breathe Greg...breathe...you're not breathing Greg...it's just fingerprints Greg), and the required health physicals are not free. Many emotions have existed during this adoption process. I am having a pretty pure sense of frustration through this. The additional work on our part should not be necessary. The additional cost should not be necessary. We don't gain anything from it. It doesn't advance us any further than we are today. Errrrrrgh. Satan can go pound salt for all I care. We are going to see this thing through.
So, where does the confession come in? Well, I used to be a pessimist. (Right about now my wife is probably saying "Used to be...snort". She's wrong. I am big-time different from how I used to be.) I used to be a pretty big pessimist. Nothing was going to go right in my view. If things did go right, it was only to mask the larger thing going wrong...or so I thought. I spent years of very conscious effort to turn this around. This is not to say that I don't still have times where I don't expect things to work out. Actually, earlier this week when our social worker said he was confident we would get back before February 2, I very realistically pointed out the time frames involved. Realistically (not pessimistically) the time frames were awful tight, and I was not convinced it was wise to hold off on getting a home study update.
The confession is not that I used to be a pessimist. The confession is that when I used to be a pessimist, I often secretly loved it when an optimist got proven wrong...even if I meant that I also lost out in the deal. Pretty pathetic, huh? Well, I have no feelings of winning or superiority now that my optimist friend in Oregon had to change his tune. I am not even bothered by his initial optimism. Honestly, it was fun for a day or two. But now it is time to get back to business. It has been a few months since we juggled paperwork. Maybe it will be fun. Maybe Satan can go pound salt.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
It's Easy to be an Optimist if it's Somebody Else's Life
The title kind of sounds like a Bluegrass song, doesn't it? I will probably lose sleep tonight coming up with the lyrics for it. I already have a bit done. What do you think so far?
Ohhh, it's easy to be an optimist when it's somebody else's life.
No need to sweat or hope or pray when it's somebody else's life.
"No worries sir, no worries ma'am, no way you will be late.
You will be there and back again by the end of the critical date.
There is no need to feel the angst, the kind that you call strife."
Ohhh, it's easy to be an optimist when it's---some---body---else's---liiiife.
Oh yeah, gonna lose some sleep tonight. Anyway, we got some encouraging news from our social worker in Eugene. He has been to India more than 50 times and knows the people and procedures there very well. He believes strongly that we will be leaving and back home again within the month of January 2011. This is quite critical because our fingerprints expire February 2nd, 2011. (Must...restrain...from complaining about FINGERPRINTS yet...again............beeeee strong....errgggh...pant pant pant....). Anyway, if we cannot get back into the states before February 2nd, well, honestly I don't know what will happen. But I am sure it is bad. Trying to redo the federal fingerprints is also a pain in the backside because it would necessitate a homestudy update. We stink at paperwork. So, we are really hoping the India traveler optimist is correct about our travel timing. But, you know, it is easy to be an optimist when it is somebody else's life.
Ohhh, it's easy to be an optimist when it's somebody else's life.
No need to sweat or hope or pray when it's somebody else's life.
"No worries sir, no worries ma'am, no way you will be late.
You will be there and back again by the end of the critical date.
There is no need to feel the angst, the kind that you call strife."
Ohhh, it's easy to be an optimist when it's---some---body---else's---liiiife.
Oh yeah, gonna lose some sleep tonight. Anyway, we got some encouraging news from our social worker in Eugene. He has been to India more than 50 times and knows the people and procedures there very well. He believes strongly that we will be leaving and back home again within the month of January 2011. This is quite critical because our fingerprints expire February 2nd, 2011. (Must...restrain...from complaining about FINGERPRINTS yet...again............beeeee strong....errgggh...pant pant pant....). Anyway, if we cannot get back into the states before February 2nd, well, honestly I don't know what will happen. But I am sure it is bad. Trying to redo the federal fingerprints is also a pain in the backside because it would necessitate a homestudy update. We stink at paperwork. So, we are really hoping the India traveler optimist is correct about our travel timing. But, you know, it is easy to be an optimist when it is somebody else's life.
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