Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tuesday was the day our kids left the care center for good. I don't know how to describe this day. It is the day I cried the most. It was a very hard day for Meazi and Melese. It was another transition. It was leaving friends and nannies. I soaked Melese's nanny's dress with my tears. I didn't want to let go of her. She was so kind, and I could tell she loved him. I have written a bit about Tuesday night here. I have mentioned before, and I will say it again, it was one of the saddest days of my life. Poor Meazi was a complete wreck. It was more loss for them. They were scared. Remember the video I posted here? Her face sums it up I think. I don't even remember feeling relieved, or happy on this day. I'm sure that I must have been, but really Meazi's face during the farewell party was so sad and confused that that is all I can think of at this moment.

She and Yihun cut the farewell party cake together, a privilege given to the two eldest children. (Yihun's mom is also flashing back to this week on her blog).

Here Meazi says goodbye to her amazing social worker. We were lucky enough to have Roza as our translator on Sunday as well. Roza also helps us later on in the week. Can't say enough good things about Roza.

Isn't she beautiful? Aren't they both beautiful?

After the cake, the prayers, and the goodbyes, we went back to the guesthouse for lunch. Later that afternoon we had our embassy appointment. (This is the day I learned that when Meazi is particularly scared she over-accessorizes).

The trip to the embassy was like a scene out of this movie. It was pouring rain, the city was so grey. The embassy, as many of you know, has an outdoor seating area that is not really protected from the elements. The wet marble stairs were a nightmare, and I was sure Melese and I were going to plummet to our deaths on the way back down after our interview. The highlight of the embassy was running into this family.

That evening was our first night together.

It was a sad day. It was a terribly sad day. I have never seen such grief pour out of a person so small. I am crying just typing this. I hope my children never feel this scared again.

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