Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Three years ago this week, Rob and I walked into the Pechory Orphan House in Russia and met our son Igor for the very first time. Igor was just shy of his third birthday. During our visits we played with Igor. He whispered one word to me- pazhalusta (you're welcome) during our visit and said- dosveedanyados (goodbye) as we left. Our son was cute with strawberry blond hair and eyes the color of Rob's. It was hard to leave Russia without Igor. It was a joy to return 6 months later for our court hearing and bring him home.
Some adoptive moms/dads fall instantly in love with their child when they see his/her picture. It wasn't like that for us. We thought Igor was adorable and cute.... we knew he was our son but did we really love him the instant we saw him?? Honestly, no. (no judgments, please) We chose to love Igor. Once he was home we did everything we could to get him healthy, catch him up physically, emotionally, etc. But as much as Igor needed to attach to us, we needed to attach to him. Over time we attached to one another and began to love Igor in a way I never thought I could love someone.
Tonight at dinner, Igor got up from his chair and whispered, "I love you dad" in Rob's ear and then whispered, "I love you mom" in my ear. What sweet, sweet words. We love you Igor! More than you can imagine.