We got into Beijing on Wed night and to bed at 1 am. Vicky showed how tired she was by finally having to be carried to the room...up Thursday am at 6:30 or 7 so was a long day...to the airport to check in at 1 and got through just fine. No over weight luggage just lots of it.
We said goodbye to Thomas at the airport. Vicky had said a day earlier that she would cry at the airport and we had said that it was ok to cry ...she would be sad to leave Thomas...and so when it was time to say goodbye she was such a brave girl. She did weep big ol tears and I gave her the tissues and she wiped them away. I pinky sweared with Thomas and we turned away with our luggage carts. Vicky would turn to wave to him and I did see him out of the corner of my eye the last few minutes and I stepped between them as a final end. She was not crying and even though Carolyn and I were prepared for worse, why chance things going down hill?
It sincerely was as though with that goodbye that she turned a corner. She was very excited to finally be on the plane. She watched as we left China, and she even fell asleep propped up looking out the window. As though to watch every last second of it.
I and Vicky slept a lot of the way home. Maybe that is why I am still awake. or is it that I have checked on her 5 times in the last 2 hours making sure she is ok? We were very delayed coming out of Chicago and were met yet by my dad and Bev and our friends the Markhams...our son Kris and his daughter Anna had rode down with Claude and the girls. We got home about 12:00 or 12:30 I think it was.
The girls and Gretchan had done a lot of decorating and had balloons and signs. Vicky really has done very well, Addie and Kate showing her the house. They all ended up finally in pj's and in their beds with at least an hour of giggling going on in there. Kate and Vicky fell asleep but Addie needed some more mama time so I and her spent some time together...although I offered to lay down with her and she did not want me to sleep with her.
So everyone is asleep...Kris asked me if it was different bringing home Vicky than when we did Addie and Kate. With Kate it was a lot on my mind of "was this right? was i taking her away and should we have?" that sort of mind thoughts...with Addie it was no questions...we not only gave her her family but we gave her hearing. Something I feel positive she may never ever ever had had...and she so fits in our family. with Vicky....after driving to Zunyi City, after all of the thoughts and sights...it is a bit different bringing Vicky home than the other two girls...her region is very poor. What would her life have been as she grew up and what would it have been at adulthood? Would she have planted rice in a rice paddy with a water buffalo? Would she have picked up trash to recycle ? Would she have worked in a factory ? Or who knows...would she have went on to be a DR or a scientist or a mama in China? None of us can answer these questions, we do not have the crystal ball or the control of God or China's Red Thread. But when we were in the car going to the airport the guide Thomas and Vicky were playing and it was you sing a song, no you sing a song...I sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Carolyn sang a song, Vicky sang a song...Thomas sang a song...a poular child song about how when you do not have a mama you are a weed. But when you have a mama...(my mind draws a blank to the words) but when you have a mama you are no longer a weed. Vicky can become whatever she ever wants to become. but she is no longer a weed as she has a mama.
Thank you everyone for all of the encouragement and the prayers and the offers of help. They all mean so much...please continue with them for her adjustment...it got a lot easier tonight when we pulled in to the house and by the light of the high beams she saw a swingset every child would love to have! and her bed, and new pj's and two sisters,,,,and her baba. Claude finally got contact with her when the dog came around the corner...just like Kate, Claude was higher ground! He carried her into her new house. Life is good.
Ruthi
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