Sunday May 15, 2011
We left Addis early in the morning and headed south towards Durame. We were driving there to meet Bejigo's birthmother. We took the same route down as we did on our last trip, although the ride was a lot more comfortable with a van that worked. The closer that we got the more nervous I became. I could not stop thinking about his birthmother and how our meeting was going to go. I can't even imagine how she was feeling.
A traditional house |
Yep that is a naked man washing his motorcycle and another one washing the truck |
On the way down, we stopped by the side of the road. A Holt social worker was standing there on the road waiting on us with a Grandmother of one of the adopted children. An adoptive family that we had met on out first trip had sent a picture album for the Grandmother and we were delivering it to her. It again was very emotional. She held the book and kissed the pictures. As we got closer to Durame, we stopped at the Holt hospital. There was new construction there that we toured. While we were there, we also delivered pictures to a birthfather who’s wife had died during childbirth and just absolutely loved seeing the pictures of his child. One more drop off of a picture book occurred. The whole village came out to the road to see the pictures. They were all so excited!!!! You could tell how much the pictures meant to them.
We arrived in Durame and ate lunch at the hotel. Spaghetti with tomato sauce for everyone. We enjoyed talking to our social worker traveling with us, Mulu. We then left the hotel and arrived just around the corner from the care center. As before, some of the local children were waiting there to greet our van.
After a brief orientation with the interpreter, we were led to a small room where our meeting would take place. I am not sure I was ever so nervous in my life. We had a very good meeting and she answered all of our questions to share with Bejigo some day. What a beautiful woman, very petite, soft spoken, and her eyes sparkled when she looked at Bejigo's pictures. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to meet her, hug her, kiss her and try to reassure her that we would love and take great care of our sweet boy that we both love so much. She presented us with grass that she had prepared for us that symbolized a very big responsibility and promise of taking care of Bejigo. We took pictures together, exchanged hugs and then parted ways.
We walked around the corner and visited the first care center where Bejigo first lived after being relinquished.
The care center in Durame |
The window outside Bejigo's first room |
Greg and I standing at the gate of the care center |
The nannies remembered us and asked how Bejigo was doing. We got to see his room again and tour the care center. We left the care center and drove for several hours to Awassa to stay the night. The hotel was very nice, but upon arriving to Awassa, I felt like we were driving through a tornado. There was very large hail and torrential rain. After the power came back on, (yep, I forgot to pack any flashlights, left those in Addis) we had dinner at the hotel and crashed for the night following a very emotional day.