Much of the last week has been spent celebrating Christmas with our family, and over the course of the next week or so we have other celebrations including our annual visit from Grandfather Frost. For those that may not know, Grandfather Frost is to Russians, what Santa Claus is to us.
Grandfather Frost never misses our house. He knows there is a young Russian born boy that was one of the lucky ones and was taken out of a Russian orphanage and welcomed into a family that loves him beyond comprehension and he never fails to pay us a visit reminding us of the land where Lleyton was born.
Lleyton came into our lives late in 2007. It was this time 5 years ago that Sara and I were between our 2nd and 3rd visits to Russia, eagerly anticipating getting back there and bringing home the boy of our dreams. That boy is just like the thousands of other children currently living in orphanages in Russia who did nothing wrong and deserve a shot at joining a family like ours. The needs of those thousands of children just like Lleyton have been disregarded now that Russian officials have banned Americans from adopting from their country.
I don’t feel like I can adequately describe the feelings Sara and I are having in wake of this news. It physically pains me to think of those children, to think of those families just like Sara and I five years ago that are not going to be able to bring their children home, to think of the people that have dedicated their lives to the making a difference in the lives of children in orphanages throughout Russia. Each of those thoughts are weighing on me.
To say I am upset about this ban would be an incredible understatement.
When I get home from work this evening my children will run and give me a hug as I walk through the door, each of them having joined Sara and I to form our family through international adoption. If this ban remains in place, the likelihood that a child like Lleyton in Russia right now will ever have a dad to run to when he walks through the door is extremely slim.
Something needs to happen.
Join me in hoping that those children in Russia who yearn to be part of a family, rather than being sentenced to live in institutions, get that chance again.