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Monday, February 26, 2007
Walking a mile in our baby's booties...Imagine for a moment…
You have met the person you've dreamed about all your life. He has
every quality that you desire in a spouse. You plan for the wedding, enjoying every free moment with your fiancée. You love
his touch, his smell, the way he looks into your eyes. For the first time in your life, you understand what is meant by "soul
mate," for this person understands you in a way that no one else does. Your heart beats in rhythm with his. Your emotions
are intimately tied to his every joy, his every sorrow.
The wedding comes. It is a happy celebration, but the best
part is that you are finally the wife of this wonderful man. You fall asleep that night, exhausted from the day's events,
but relaxed and joyful in the knowledge that you are next to the person who loves you more than anyone in the world…the person
who will be with you for the rest of your life.
The next morning you wake up, nestled in your partner's arms. You
open your eyes and immediately look for his face.
But IT'S NOT HIM! You are in the arms of another man. You recoil
in horror. Who is this man? Where is your beloved?
You ask questions of the new man, but it quickly becomes apparent
that he doesn't understand you. You search every room in the house, calling and calling for your husband. The new guy follows
you around, trying to hug you, pat you on the back,...even trying to stroke your arm, acting like everything is okay.
But
you know that nothing is okay. Your beloved is gone. Where is he? Will he return? When? What has happened to him?
Weeks
pass. You cry and cry over the loss of your beloved. Sometimes you ache silently, in shock over what has happened. The new
guy tries to comfort you. You appreciate his attempts, but he doesn't speak your language-either verbally or emotionally.
He doesn't seem to realize the terrible thing that has happened...that your sweetheart is gone.
You find it difficult
to sleep. The new guy tries to comfort you at bedtime with soft words and gentle touches, but you avoid him, preferring to
sleep alone, away from him and any intimate words or contact.
Months later, you still ache for your beloved, but gradually
you are learning to trust this new guy. He's finally learned that you like your coffee black, not doctored up with cream and
sugar. Although you still don't understand his bedtime songs, you like the lilt of his voice and take some comfort in it.
More time passes. One morning, you wake up to find a full suitcase sitting next to the front door. You try to ask
him about it, but he just takes you by the hand and leads you to the car. You drive and drive and drive. Nothing is familiar.
Where are you? Where is he taking you?
You pull up to a large building. He leads you to an elevator and up to a room
filled with people. Many are crying. Some are ecstatic with joy. You are confused. And worried.
The man leads you
over to the corner. Another man opens his arms and sweeps you up in an embrace. He rubs your back and kisses your cheeks,
obviously thrilled to see you.
You are anything but thrilled to see him. Who in the world is he? Where is your beloved?
You reach for the man who brought you, but he just smiles (although he seems to be tearing up, which concerns you), pats you
on the back, and puts your hand in the hands of the new guy. The new guy picks up your suitcase and leads you to the door.
The familiar face starts openly crying, waving and waving as the elevator doors close on you and the new guy.
The
new guy drives you to an airport and you follow him, not knowing what else to do. Sometimes you cry, but then the new guy
tries to make you smile, so you grin back, wanting to "get along." You board a plane. The flight is long. You sleep a lot,
wanting to mentally escape from the situation.
Hours later, the plane touches down. The new guy is very excited and
leads you into the airport where dozens of people are there to greet you. Light bulbs flash as your photo is taken again and
again. The new guy takes you to another guy who hugs you. Who is this one? You smile at him. Then you are taken to another
man who pats your back and kisses your cheek. Then yet another fellow gives you a big hug and messes your hair.
Finally,
someone (which guy is this?) pulls you into his arms with the biggest hug you've ever had. He kisses you all over your cheeks
and croons to you in some language you've never heard before.
He leads you to a car and drives you to another location.
Everything here looks different. The climate is not what you're used to. The smells are strange. Nothing tastes familiar,
except for the black coffee. You wonder if someone told him that you like your coffee black.
You find it nearly impossible
to sleep. Sometimes you lie in bed for hours, staring into the blackness, furious with your husband for leaving you, yet aching
from the loss. The new guy checks on you. He seems concerned and tries to comfort you with soft words and a mug of warm milk.
You turn away, pretending to go to asleep.
People come to the house. You can feel the anxiety start to bubble over
as you look into the faces of all the new people. You tightly grasp the new guy's hand. He pulls you closer. People smile
and nudge one other, marveling at how quickly you've fallen in love. Strangers reach for you, wanting to be a part of the
happiness.
Each time a man hugs you, you wonder if he will be the one to take you away. Just in case, you keep your
suitcase packed and ready. Although the man at this house is nice and you're hanging on for dear life, you've learned from
experience that men come and go, so you just wait in expectation for the next one to come along.
Each morning, the
new guy hands you a cup of coffee and looks at you expectantly. A couple of times the pain and anger for your husband is so
great that you lash out, sending hot coffee across the room, causing the new guy to yelp in pain. He just looks at you, bewildered.
But most of the time you calmly take the cup. You give him a smile. And wait. And wait. And wait.
--Written by Cynthia
Hockman-Chupp, analogy courtesy of Dr. Kali Miller
Our baby has experienced terrible losses in his young life. Eric and I have already recieved a few negative comments
about our parenting style, specifically, holding Aricin whenever he cries. We hope this will not continue.
If you are the parent of an adopted child, we welcome your advice. If you have biological children, we appreciate
your concern and know you are well meaning. However, Eric and I have researched attaching in adoption extensively.
Parenting adoptive babies is not the same as parenting biological babies.
Please allow us to do what is best for AJ rather than what society expects.
12:34 pm pst
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
We're home!We made it. We are still recovering from jet lag, but we're getting there. Please take a look at our photos
on the "pix" page. We'll post more later, but I've already been away from my baby for too long! Thank you, everyone,
for your love and generosity during our adoption journey
2:42 pm pst
Friday, February 16, 2007
He's wonderful!Right now, we are preparing to leave Korea. What a mix of emotions! I have so enjoyed the people, places
and flavors of Korea. I will surely miss them. I am overjoyed with my new son, and I cannot wait to show him our
home.
But today, I also think of JiHwan's birthmother, and I am very sad for her. What a difficult decision she made
in planning adoption for JiHwan. I hope I can be exactly the parent she was hoping for when she placed JiHwan with
Holt.
If you are adopting through Holt, I can't tell you emough good things about the vounteer guides. Our guide,
"Adella", truly touched our hearts. She even came back and visited JiHwan last night, and gave him a
gift of pokjumoni, a lucky purse with candy inside. It is a traditional New year gift for children. she
also gave Eric and I and my parents each a 'pokjuree'. It is a small, woven straw, grain scoop that is hung
on the wall for luck at New Year.
Besides the baby, meeting Adella was the highlight of our visit. Adella, I know you are reading this, so thank
you again. You made our time here very special.
See you all at home!
6:18 pm pst
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Maybe I can do this....We picked up our baby yesterday for good, no turning back now. We brought flowers for the foster mother and met
her daughter in law and her 2 granddaughters, they were very sweet. Then, as Bill Cosby said, they made us take him home.
After about 2 hours of crying and screaming, I was a little worried. But, I had a secret weapon, my great singing voice. Magically
it seemed to calm him down. He fell asleep in my arms and now I was the one crying. What a sweet boy Aricin is, I love my
son so much. We had a great night with our new family member. We played and slept and then played some more. He is perfect!
-Eric aka dh
PS For those scoring at home, we saw another fender bender.
4:05 pm pst
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
He hates usPoor little Aricin! Whenever he sees my face he starts crying. So much so that Mrs. Kim, his foster omma
said, "He's never cried like this before".
We were able to meet with him twice so far. Normally there is only one scheduled meeting before "family day", but
in view of his complete rejection of us, everyone felt it would be better if we spent another hour or so with him. In
just a few hours, he'll be in our arms forever. Please pray for our family as we make this transition.
I believe it will be especially difficult for Ari and his foster mom.
In other news; siteseeing has been wonderful. After our first meeting with Aricin we took a taxi to Insadong.
Insadong is a popular arts and crafts neighborhood near city hall. It is filled with galleries, street vendors, restaurants
and just a few of the requisite cheap souvenir shops. On the way there I overpaid the driver by about 70,000 won.
That is equal to about $70 US. Ouch! It didn't stop me from spending a few bills in Insadong.
We saw a fender bender in Insadong.
On our way back from Insadong we stopped at Hotel Seokyo. Another Holt family, Jenny and Brent, are staying
there. They're from Alabama and are also here to adopt a son. I met Jenny online, and it was really exciting to
be travelling at the same time and to hang out here in Korea. Jenny and I went into a hanbok (traditional Korean clothing) store
and Jenny bought a hanbok for her son, Paxton. The store was stunning and the women were so friendly. In
fact, other than a few quizzical stares, especially from children, everyone is friendly and helpful.
Yesterday, after seeing JiHwan in the morning, we had a volunteer guide (and her best friend) show us around.
They were two 18 year old girls who had just graduated high school. We had a blast. We went to the
palace of the last emperor of Korea and saw the first ever water clock. Apparently, the emperor did much for the
advancement of science. He kind of reminded me of our Ben Franklin. It was very cold, and started to snow, so
we decided we were done with outdoor activities. We took the girls to Outback Steakhouse for lunch.
After our meal, I asked to be taken to a bookstore I had read about called Kyobo. Nothing can prepare you
for the place. It was so crowded. They sell everything there! I bought some bilingual books for
the baby, and mom bought him some Korean children's music CDs.
We saw a fender bender. Do you notice a pattern here?
We finished our day at the Korean War Memorial and Museum. It is an amazing place. We weren't able to tour
the outside because of the weather, but the inside alone is 5 stories. We were only able to get through 2. I really
think the war museum is an all day event. We learned about ancient warfare and also the Korean War. Eric and I
realized how biased western history can be when we noticed that while Europe was just barely out of the dark ages, Asian countries
were already developing guns and cannons. We saw an early 1500s example of a machine gun. I think Europe still
thought the world was flat.
The subway is really neat here. There are all kinds of vendors and stores and galleries in it. It's a whole
underground world. Many Korean women are very elegent and are always dressed like models. I saw the most
beautiful coats yesterday. You shoud see the girls run on the uneven bricks and cobbles and up and down
the subway stairs in their three inch heels.
Rachel, the scottie dog barrette trend has passed- I've only seen two the whole time I've been here...
10:39 am pst
Monday, February 12, 2007
Soul to Seoul...After the morning started out disasterously, we made it. The driver for our airport shuttle (whom we confirmed
with 3 times) did not show up at the house on Sunday morning. After waiting a half hour, my dad used his EVOC skills
to get us to the airport on time. Parking will be a fun bill to pay when we get back.
Wow, that is a long flight. I enjoyed watching the scenery change out the airplane window. Portland to San
Francisco. Then San Francisco north through Alaska and the Bering Straights (I got a glimpse of Mt. McKinley).
Down through Siberia and Mongolia. Then finally Seoul, which looks strangely like Portland, with the Han River running
through the middle of it. Wouldn't that be a cruel trick, Eric said.
When we got to the guest house Mom and Dad were super tired and went to sleep, but Eric and I got dressed and roamed
the neighborhood. We drank our first bottle of soju (yum!) with banchan. We saw a fender bender. We
bought Cheetos and Starbuck's Frappuccinos at a gas station mini mart. Weird. Everyone stares at us. People
on motorbikes cross in the crosswalk.
I've heard a lot of women say they feel huge while visiting Asian countries. I actually feel very small. Seoul
is an enormous city. Very few of the signs are in English and everyone is in a hurry. I feel like an
ant that could be run over at any time. It is exhilarating!
We will meet our son for the first time in just a few hours. I can't believe it. Just being here in Seoul
feels so surreal. I am so nervous and excited. I hope my best is good enough for him.
1:06 pm pst
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Leavin' on a jet plane... Today is the day our dreams for the future came true. We will be leaving Portland to pick up Aricin JiHwan Sunday, February
11th. We have a layover in San Franciso and then go on to Seoul. We will meet our son for the first time
on Tuesday, February 13th (his 4 month birthday). We become a family forever on Thursday, February 15th!!! We
get to spend a couple more days in Seoul getting to know each other. We fly back to the states on Saturday,
February 17th. We have the same layover, and go through customs in San Francisco. We should arrive in Portland
at 5:43 pm.
I can't believe the day has finally arrived. We are overwhelmed with joy. If you would like to meet
us, please feel free to come to the airport. We can't guarantee how we will look and smell, but we sure would like AJ
to see a room full of people when he watches his airplane day video!
9:11 pm pst
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
More Waiting...The wait is getting harder. As in really hard. I had myself all psyched for the
wait until today. The levee has broken, and when the levee breaks... Where's Led Zeppelin?
There is plenty I could be doing to keep myself busy. I could put the finishing touches on Aricin's room.
I could start packing our bags. I could post the promised baby room pics to the website here. I could make
some meals and freeze them for when we get home. Instead, I am caught in a holding pattern. When's it going to end?
The only answer I do have is Holt Korea is going to be closed February 16th and 19th for Lunar New Year.
I would so love to spend Lunar New Year in Seoul! However, the reality is, unless we get a call in the next day
or so, we probably won't get the call until after the holiday.
I had really hoped to lay eyes on my baby before his 4 month birthday, February 13th. I wanted
him to be my little Valentine. I'm sure I echo the sentiments of thousands of adoptive parents when I say I feel as
though AJ is growing up without me, half a world away, and I can't do anything about it. It just doesn't seem
right, or fair. But then again, Mom always said, "Life's not fair; deal with it"!
5:01 pm pst
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Still Waiting...Well, it's Sunday afternoon. Sunday afternoon is a time when Eric and I get hopeful the coming week will bring
our travel call. Knowing we could get the call anyday now, I am overwhelmed by emotion. I am humbled by the generosity
our friends and family have shown us. Aricin is lucky to have so many people who already love him. I wonder if
I will be a good mother. Will I be able to teach him all he needs to know to grow up happy, confident and healthy?
Will I be able to give him effective tools to deal with racism, even though I have never directly experienced it?
Will I be able to instill pride in his birth culture, even though Eric and I are not Korean? Will
I be able to find the right words when he asks me why his birth mother chose adoption for him; and why I chose to
take him from his homeland? Even the simplest things worry me. Will I be able to teach him to eat right and exercise,
knowing my own habits are often lacking? Years from now, will I keep calm, even when my last nerve is shredded by lack
of sleep, too much stress and the last straw comes in the form of a smart-mouthed preteen comment? Will I be able to
slow down and enjoy learning to be a mom, rather than being plagued by worry?
Through it all, I look forward to visiting Korea. Growing up, I never imagined my first steps away
from North American soil would be taken in South Korea. I can't wait to meet the people of Korea,
"the Irish of Asia", as one travel book puts it. I am also excited about spending the coming weeks home with
Eric and Aricin, learning to be a forever family.
If you got this far, you are probably someone who cares about us deeply. Thank you for your support and encouragement.
Thank you for your love.
4:40 pm pst
Friday, February 2, 2007
Early Spring?Could it be? Groundhog Phil did not see his shadow today! We get to have an early spring. Although,
it really seems like it has been spring for about 2 weeks here. The weather has been gorgeous!
10:43 am pst
Thursday, February 1, 2007
What to my wondering "I"?Today we checked the mail and found our beautiful boy has I600 approval. This is approval for us to classify him
as an immediate relative. We are so excited! This is the last document we needed before getting our travel
call. Hopefully his visa will be issued lickety-split and our travel call will come just as quickly. Come on
home, Aricin!
2:51 pm pst
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