It is hard to believe that I am actually, finally writing this post. Today is the first anniversary of J's Gotcha Day! That's right, he has now been home one. whole. year. Wow. It seems like both yesterday and forever ago that we had our second meeting with him and he was placed in our arms for forever. It was an amazing, overwhelming
day and just a
tiny little bit scary about being handed a 13 1/2 month old and waved on our way. But it's been a wonderful year, getting to know our son and adjusting to our new lives together. J has attached extremely well to Chris and myself and has definitely become a true daddy's boy, which I love to see.
I have never written in detail about the day we first met Baby J and figured I should finally get it down here since this is going to be a kind of scrapbook for him. After we arrived at the adoption agency and handed over the care packages that we had brought for other family's children, we were informed that J and his foster mother were not there yet. We were led to a small room off the social worker's main room and asked us to fill out one piece of paper with our travel itinerary and passport information. Yep, ONE final piece of paper - that was it - after months of reams of paperwork prior to that...a little anticlimactic. Believe me, I was expecting to fill out much more! While I was in the middle of doing that, Chris nudges me and says, "I think that's J and his foster mom!" So what do you think I did? Huh? Can you guess? Do you think I looked up from where I was gripping that pen until my knuckles turned white to get a first small glimpse of my son? Do you think I jumped up from my chair to try and peek through the blinds that weren't quite open but weren't quite closed? Yes? Ha. You're wrong. My butt stayed glued to that chair and I continued to very carefully fill in the boxes on that one form with a shaking hand. You know why? I was afraid. I was afraid that if I looked up it was going to be someone else's son out there and that would have been disappointing. I was afraid that if I looked up it was going to be
my son out there, yet I was not going to be able to go to him. I was afraid of becoming a parent. I was afraid of the imminent change that was about to transform my life. But most of all, I was afraid of the change I knew was coming in J's life, the one he had no clue was going to happen. No matter how many books you read on grieving, bonding, attachment, etc, and thinking "well, I'll help him through it by doing ____," it doesn't compare to actually having to go through it for real. And I was afraid I wasn't going to be up to the challenge of helping him through it.
So, I didn't look. And believe it or not, I'm glad I didn't. Because the first time I saw J in person, I was able to drink him up with my eyes (is that weird?!). I didn't have to settle for a swift glance of him through a window with him riding aboobah (on her back) in his carrier. I was able to gaze and stare at him for as long as I wanted (well, for the hour we were there anyway!). And I got video of that very first meeting when he and his foster mother walked into the room. And I can watch it over. and over. and over. She handed him right over to Chris, calling us omma and appa (mommy and daddy). I think Chris and I were both smitten from that time on! Not to say we weren't in love with him already, but once we saw that sweet little face in person and held him in our arms, well, we were done for. And I knew I could face all my fears...for him.
It's interesting to look back on the pictures and video we have from our first meeting with J and see how much he's grown in just one year. It's amazing how much he's picked up verbally and how quickly he started to understand what was said to him (although he still has selective hearing when he doesn't want to do something!). We were lucky enough to be able to experience his first steps and watch him go from a crawling baby able to pull himself up and cruise along furniture to the toddler he is now that is running down the sidewalk in front of us when he asks to go on a walk.
These two videos are from the first day we met J, on May 24, 2010. This following one shows how quickly he took to Chris; they were fascinated with one another from the get-go.
And then it was my turn to hold our son for the first time:
I always thought I would look be a mess that day, crying through everything. But the weird thing is, it was so overwhelming and surreal and an over-the-top dream-come-true, that there wasn't time to shed those happy tears I had built up inside me. There was so much to learn about our little guy from his foster mother and in such a short period of time.
The next video is from Gotcha Day, May 27, 2010. This is at the hotel the evening we picked him up. Even though he couldn't walk, he was into everything in our suite! And still in a good mood. No crying that night at all!!
These are the first steps I caught on video last summer, when he was just turning about 15 months. It was so exciting to experience this first with him when we had missed out on so many others.
And now look at him!
Our beautiful boy has been such a blessing to us and we couldn't have gotten to this point without the support of our family and friends and the hard work of our social worker, as well as J's Korean social worker. We have absolutely loved this past year. There have been some times that have been less enjoyable than others, but at those times I try to remember that there are other couples out there that would give a lot to be in our shoes...and I speak from experience, from being on that side of things. I love the fact that our son has been home for a year. I love having gotten to know him and seen his infectious personality emerge and shine. I love his giggle. I love when he leans over in his chair with his arms reaching and demands an "ug" (hug). I love everything about this little boy, but most of all, I love the fact that
he is my little boy.
Gotcha!
Just last week, Dr. Kim, the founder of ESWS, which is the Korean adoption agency we worked with, passed away. We were not fortunate enough to meet him when we were there to get J, but we will be forever grateful to this wonderful man. Because of what he began, Chris, J, and I were brought together as a family. And that's the best gift. Ever.