|A gift to us from the orphanage|
I figured there was something afoot. I mean, we're not getting to meet the parents. The orphanage was 'too busy' to do the Delivery Day at the original time. I figured that the orphanage WAS expecting the foster family to travel with Lukai to the drop off, and that the family refused, and then the orphanage was scrambling to find someone else who was free and could bring Lukai to us.
Turns out, I'm a judgmental idiot.
"I get to meet the foster parents in an hour and a half! They are coming!", those words from my wife were probably the most singularly happy yet terrified words I've ever heard. I didn't know what to expect. Judging from the last pictures, they didn't look happy. What would they say? Were they angry? Happy?
When the two ladies DID meet, the old Mom and the new Mom, what was going to happen?!
|She still doesn't look happy...|
The first thing the Foster Mom said to my wife was, "He is such a naughty little boy." But she said it in an endearing loving way which only a mother can, after she has earned her motherly stripes by surviving many broken things around the house, or having to have chased him for hours on end while he ran around the house. She also said that "no one in the village thought he would even get adopted." So maybe they really were thinking he would be theirs forever?
So for about an hour straight the Foster Mom cried, and sobbed, and spoke to the wife in Chinese with the translator popping in and out of the conversation, and at the end, she said she was happy that we were adopting Lukai, that she could tell we are good people and that Lukai will be loved.
The Foster Mom eventually made her way back to the car, holding my wife's hand the whole way. And as she climbed into the car, still with tears in her eyes, I can only hope that we will meet all of the dreams that she has had for her son.
And we will always honour the Mother that Lukai has had in China, because she deeply loves him.