I got to talk to Soccer Boy today on Skype. I met his mama and brother. Smiles and happy. Lots of laughing at the way we couldn’t communicate. Laundry hanging on a line behind their heads. Faded wallpaper and a doorway leading to the maja he knows. The maja he longed for. I miss him…
Monthly Archives: September 2013
Sprite
There are so many stories of Soccer Boy’s time here in America that I have not yet shared. Sometimes it was because it was too close to tell in a voice louder than a whisper. Sometimes it was because it was a moment, a flash, and it touched my soul in ways that didn’t have…
Point of No Return
There is not any easy way to start this, so I’m just going to say it. He’s not coming. We found out yesterday afternoon that Soccer Boy has been returned to his biological mother. It was a hard day. In the morning, we were told he was coming, and his photo went up and we…
Across an Ocean
Every day at 10am, I find myself in a different online world. Facebook no longer matters…well, not the American version. I log into the version used in Soccerboy’s country. And then I wait. And wait. He is just coming home from school. How was your day? Are the teachers nice? Ja, ja. Lots of emoticons. …
The Best Birthday Gift
Do you remember your 16th birthday? Probably. It’s a milestone for most of us. Driver’s license. Sweet 16 party. Maybe a first love. Here in America, turning sixteen is an epoch in most of our lives. It’s celebrated and anticipated. There was even a show on MTV about the many ways we go over the…
Notes from the Yard Sale
Last week, Stephanie and I held a yard sale to raise money to bring Soccerboy back for Christmas. It was a lot of work, with each of us only getting about 10 hours of sleep in three days. But it was worth every second. We ultimately raised $1700 toward his return. We are so grateful…
