Almost two weeks ago, we met our little girl face-to-face for the first time. I have been struggling to put to words all of the emotions I have about our time. Our week in
Seoul was abundant with remarkable and sundry gifts.
We arrived in the evening on a Saturday. It was cold, and as we weaved away from the airport and towards our hotel, I began to fall in and out of sleep. In pockets of semi-wakefulness, we tried to make small talk with our driver. Korea greeted us with lights along the busy highway and fireworks in the distance. When I woke fully, our car was surrounded by people, traffic and the flashing lights of Korean police cars. The Korean president had recently been impeached and we had arrived on Korean soil during a historic national moment. Simultaneously, the moment felt historic for our little family and my own heart. Despite the heaviness of jet-lag and confusion that pressed on my
eyelids and clouded my mind, the energy and excitement of the city was clear and palpable. Later that night, we fell asleep 18 stories high, listening to the sound of Korean protestors. They protested by singing national songs in unison. The sound of their voices was beautiful. We’d been warned of the protests but assured by hotel staff that Korean protests these days are safe, and resemble something more like a festival. That night, I sensed that the Korean people know lament, hope and their commitment to one another in the midst of both things.
Most of the week, Matt and I were on our own, taking the city in, enjoying the food and culture and being together. It was a forced babymoon. We went to Korea to meet our girl but the way the meetings were set up left a lot of open space. We walked all over the city and rode the subway from one district of the city to another, taking everything in.
There’s something about exploring a city that makes my heart come alive. It’s been years since Matt and I have worked or lived and travelled internationally together, and I’ve often wondered if those experiences were just experiences of the past. But in Seoul, it was such a gift to realize that we are still a great travel team and still do really well navigating a foreign city together.
|At Gyeonbok Palace
There were 2 meetings set up with our agency: the first to meet E and the 2nd for more time with her. I was so nervous before our first meeting. There were 16 other adoptive parents there while we were. They split us up into two groups and one group had their meetings in the mornings while the other had them in the afternoons. On the first day, along with 7 other couples, we entered a large meeting room. The chairs and tables had been stacked and placed around the edges of the rooms. The room was full with us, our children, their foster moms and agency staff. A plastic tub of toys was laid in the middle of the room for the children to play with and there were snacks and bottles of water by the door.
It took me a minute to find our E, but when I spotted her I immediately recognized her profile and her foster mother standing next to her from pictures we had been sent. For a moment I was frozen. I had imagined this moment so many times and could hardly believe we were standing in the same room as her. She stood close to her foster mom, with rice crackers clenched tightly, one in each hand. We tried to talk to her, but she walked away from us, timid and uncertain. When we squatted down close to her, she would look at us out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to meet us head on. I honestly didn’t expect any more than that, knowing how confusing the meeting must’ve been for her. I felt helpless trying to connect with her in such a large room full of distractions
and such little time. Her foster mom told us that of that group, E was probably he most reserved, quiet and soft-tempered. Our first impressions definitely matched the description. She also told us that E loved snacks and in the end, it was the snacks that first helped build a bridge between us. We gave her what looked like a Korean version
of Goldfish crackers and then asked her if she would share one with us. Sharing food builds bridges, doesn’t it? Towards the end of our first meeting, Matt got her to smile and laugh; witnessing those moments of connection were like witnessing the moment when a child receives a brand new, bright red balloon. I loved seeing a new side of my husband as he reached out and gently tried to connect with his little girl. We played peek-a-boo with her and discovered that she loved looking out the high-rise windows and pointing at all of the cars, buses and people down below. She is delightful and beautiful and it was clear that she has been incredibly loved.
Before meeting E, I wondered if it would feel strange to want to be close to her or love on her. With our boys, I’ve known their expressions and their scent from day one of their lives. I was afraid it would feel different with our E. And yet, in the three hours we had with her, I can confidently say that while some moments did feel strange and new, the desire to know her and learn her and draw close to her was no different.
There we were in this large meeting room: adoption agency staff, Korean foster moms, and adoptive parents from all over the world. We were a global team brought together in time and space because these children are worth so much. The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to them.
On our second meeting with E, she recognized us right away but still seemed a bit reserved. We had picked up some snacks and some of the candies we remembered she liked from our first meeting. This time it was easier to get her to giggle and interact, and we saw a bit more of her feisty side. The hour and a half flew by and before we knew it, one of the agency staff was telling us it was time to go and to bring our children back to their foster moms. It felt like someone had given us a present to open and then took it
back after we’d unwrapped it and had the time to imagine this new gift as a part of our everyday lives. It was so strange to watch E get all bundled up and leave the room with her foster mom,not knowing how many more days would pass before we would no longer have to say goodbye. The room gradually became subdued as each of the children left. All of us adopted parents were left to collect our emotions, fears and longings and step further into a fresh time of waiting. We waited before this moment, some of us for years, hanging on every small glimpse or piece of the reality of who our child is: pictures, well-baby check updates, anything. Now we wait with tangible evidence and experience
of who our child is and who it is we have been waiting for and still wait for.
|Seoul’s city lights from Namsan mountain.
The days since we have been back have been odd. Here we are in what we’ve always known as normal, and yet, not the same. Our time in Korea feels like it was a dream.
Korea pulled at our hearts. God welcomed us to draw near to him afresh through this Land of the Morning Calm. And now, not only does this land give landscape and color
the stories of my roots, it’s now the first land of our daughter and always will be. It is the place where we first laid eyes on her and saw her smile. It’s where we saw her walk and run and grab at Matt’s eyebrows.
More than ever, I am convinced that God’s hospitality and heart exist the whole wide world over; he has so much to offer us in lands and places and peoples we have yet to know.