Today two little boys played while their mom’s chatted. That doesn’t sound all that special does it? But this play date was a Russian reunion of sorts.
The two little boys share something very special in common. My son Roman and his little friend Tyler were adopted from the same orphanage on the other side of the world.
Born in the same country, same city and cared by the same caregivers at the same orphanage now living an hour apart on the other side of the world. Their bond is a special brotherhood forever linked by their roots.
Joined by their mama’s, my mom and Tyler’s sister Meg we all chatted, laughed, reminisced about the journey and marveled at the miracle of our little guys. Both so sweet and full of joy, both so incredibly loved it is so hard to comprehend that their little lives started under tragic circumstances. They both waited for families and our families waited for them and now here we are eating cookies in Tyler’s kitchen.
Watching them scurry up the stairs, open the toy chest, bop to music and do what little boys do, it is literally a world away from where our stories began. The room where we had our orphanage visits before they were ours was a room with few toys, no air conditioning and we were were we asked not to let them touch the floor. This meant trying to entertain wiggly little boys for hours on our laps in the “music room” or on the bench on the outside grounds. Usually dressed in many layers and in Roman’s case running an almost constant fever. It was precious time because it was our first interactions with our son’s but to see them play together with total freedom (under our watchful eye of course) was something I will never forget.
It took piles of paperwork, couriers, multiple trips across across the world, doctor’s consults, social workers, lawyers, translators, court hearings and Embassy’s to bring us to today. It took everything we had and then a little more. A monumental leap of faith to answer the call of our children waiting for us across the globe.
I would not trade the experience for anything in the world. It was the journey to our precious sons, born in another land and now home with us forever.
It’s a small world after all.
Amazing!
Wonderful! I also want to know if Tyler remembered Roman.
What a great story Heather! I love it. Deep bonds, for both mothers and sons.
What a great reunion! It certainly made me cry tears of joy! Did Tyler remember Roman? Love the pic of them cuddling with one another!
AWESOME! so amazing….what a special bond they will always have.
You need to give us the full story…..how you went about everything……