|Farewell to our home in Bend|
We landed in a cute little apartment with, to the delight of our girls, a swimming pool.
|Fun with the cousins!|
|Bella's first day of school|
So, here we are in the Bay Area and there is no doubt in our mind that it is the right decision for our family. How do I know? Here are some reasons::
1. For a variety of health-related reasons, Bella cannot go to public school. She got in to a small private school here, and was offered a scholarship. She has already made friends, has play dates, and the staff and families have embraced us.
2. Martin's job description recently changed. One of the changes is that his entire team is located here in the Bay Area. So, instead of being the only one in the Bend office that does what he does, he now gets to collaborate face to face with his colleagues on a daily basis. And if THAT weren't enough, we got here to discover that there is a satellite office DOWN THE STREET from our apartment. What!?!?
3. We grew weary of the ignorant comments and stares at our Abeni by people. And Abeni was beginning to notice. I am sure this is not every interracial family's experience in Bend, but it was ours. And for us, it was very difficult and disconcerting. Our first week here in the Bay Area, we met another ETH adoptive family. Upon seeing them, Abeni jumps up and down and starts yelling, "She looks like me, Mama! She looks like ME!". Already, in the two months we have been here, we have connected with Ethiopians, other families who look like us, and Abeni is getting a lot of time to "fit in". :)
And with this, we live in a very multicultural apartment complex. After the first week or two, Bella commented, "Mommy! I have heard three different languages here! That is so COOL!"
For Martin and I, and for what we value and want for our children specifically, this was music to our ears.
4. We are 15 minutes from my parents. We have so enjoyed spending time with them, being able to integrate our lives and enjoy the ebb and flow of that type of relationship.
|Ready for Enkutatash Celebration in Oakland|
|Abeni's first ballet class|
As many of you know, we did have quite the scare with Bella's health soon after our arrival to the Bay Area. At Bella's monthly blood draw, two very important labs came back worrisome. These numbers had not altered in five years. Upon a repeat of the labs, the discrepancy was even worse, so we knew it was not a fluke. I packed a bag for the hospital. I was convinced we were going to be admitted. Bella did not look good - greyish pale, whiney, bloated, fatigued. The doctors told us to do one last blood draw. That was a tall order considering the extreme amount of anxiety these blood draws cause Bella, but we did it anyway. Miraculously, her numbers had stabilized!
|Family Day in the Santa Cruz Redwood Forest|
I entitled this post "It's Not Fair" purposefully. I have been hearing that phrase a lot in our household. My response (thanks to the advice of a child psychologist friend) is to say "Each of you receive specifically what you need from us."
I have been thinking about this a lot. A girlfriend of mine has stage IV ovarian cancer. Another friend of mine is being encouraged to place her daughter on the transplant donor list. Another friend has a child who is experiencing some pretty intense bullying.
Life on earth is SO NOT fair. And sometimes, our sense of entitlement really intensifies that sense of fairness or lack thereof.
And I am the first one to admit that nothing tests my faith more than when my children suffer.
But my faith has also proven over and over again that the God I believe in is in the business of providing for us everything that we need. The un-fairness of it all is really more about us and our perception of what we think we deserve than it is about Him and some sort of lack of provision.
I hope and pray that in this new season of our family's journey, I can take more time to notice that provision, to be thankful for it, and to trust that the God I believe in will provide specifically for my needs -
above and beyond -
even if it does not look like what I think I deserve.