Visiting 12 orphanages all over India; 67 specific children, 47 of whom have waiting families. This is a huge undertaking for anyone, but is the task of our agency rep who left for India on April 10th. With this trip comes the promise of a small delivery to Treya on our behalf and with a little luck a new photo for us and, dare I wish for it, a video of our 15 month old (today) cherub.
Last Wednesday, at the urging of our agency, we xeroxed the four copies of our dossier (a total of a couple hundred pages) and sent them over night with an earliest possible arrival to Oregon. The package immediately was express delivered to India, so our rep, last Monday, could hand deliver it to SOFOSH where our little Treya is now living. This would start our clock ticking, hoping that in 6-8 months we would find ourselves on a plane bound for India.
Even the best laid plans can be foiled, and they were. I just happened to have the paperwork we needed to send in the car with me at work that day. The xerox machine performed beautifully, without even so much as a single jammed paper. The delivery man arrived on time and could guarantee the 8:00am delivery. Everything went smoothly in route up to leaving the office of the agency. Who would have thought that the snag in our plan was a plumb of ash blown 3.7 miles into the air from beneath the Eyjafjallajokull glacier in Iceland. Really? A volcano? These are the unpredictable turns that exist in adoption that give this mom almost more gray hairs than I can keep dyed.
The good news? Well, we have wonderful representation! The rep in India has rescheduled her trip to SOFOSH to accommodate our dossier's late arrival. This is huge. I am thankful beyond words. The bad news? CARA is behind in issuing the NOC (No Objection Certificates), what we are waiting for next, extending the average wait for this step to 2-4 months. Will we be united before Treya's second birthday? I desperately hope so!
On the home front, tonight Devi practiced making room for Treya in the bathtub! It was darling. Laying on her back, she squished herself over to one side of the tub, pretended to put her arm around her little sister and soothed her with a comforting conversation about not being afraid of the water. PRECIOUS!
Recent Devi jaw droppers are...
Does Puerto Vallarta have "art" in it?
Why is India so hot?
Does it take more than two carabiners to climb Mt. Everest?
And then there was this conversation....
Devi: Mom, do we need to go to the airport to get Treya?
Mom: Yes, we do and it is going to be a very long plane ride.
D: Does she belong here?
M: Yes, just like you.
D: Does she belong in India?
M: Yes, she does right now. We can't go get her until the judge says it is okay.
D: When she comes home, is she going to stay here forever, like me?
M: Yes, just like you.
D: Where are the ayahs? Are they taking care of her until I come for her?
M: Yes, sweet pea, they will take care of her until we can go get her.
D: Can we go today?
M: I wish we could. I wish we could.
And while preparing our garden beds for planting comes the biggest news of the week...from the depths of her soul, Devi found the courage to....
HOLD A WORM!
Days later, she is still incredibly proud of herself.