Where Did the Time Go?

Wow. Has he really been here five days? I can only imagine this is how most moms feel as they plan for their child’s first birthday or as they prepare to graduate or as they get married. Time flies. Muro was supposed to get here August 6, and like most moms, I put some things off to the last minute, not expecting my son to make an early arrival. And then he called. From the airport. Yeah. Duane and I got a phone message from some lady at Thrift Rental car telling us our host son was at the baggage terminal waiting for us. This was so not the arrival we had planned. We have only been parents for five minutes and already we are dropping our kid on his head. I hadn’t finished cleaning the house, I had no idea what I was cooking for dinner, I had no idea he was coming August 5. We both raced to the airport to meet him.

Muro is a tall, skinny kid with a kind of soft voice and presence that is somewhat humbling. He slouches slightly and is kind and polite. He rushes to open doors for me and always asks permission. He talks to himself saying, “I’m so lucky.” He is sweet and unassuming. His brain is like a sponge. He meets people and takes in everything. The first time I met him, he went to shake my hand and I gave him a hug thinking for the next year, I will be his mom. I was not sure at that moment how it would all work out, but either way, we had to press on—our kid had arrived, ready or not.

We showed Muro his room. As he was settling in, I saw him look around as a huge grin came over his face. He made a fist and pulled his arm into his chest as if to say, “SCORE!” I asked him why he was so happy and he said his new home is very beautiful. He said his family had worried what his accommodations would be like and their big concern was whether his new family would be nice. It seems he wasn’t disappointed.

Before Muro unpacked, showered, called home or began to settle in, he wanted to give us gifts from his family. He reached around his neck to reveal a small gold medallion of a mother cradling a small boy. His grandmother’s sister sent this with him to give to me. I almost cried since it looks exactly like the ring a friend gave me the night we delivered Connor. In some ways, I felt as though Connor was telling us he is thinking of us. On a side note, Muro and Connor have the same birthday. The gifts he brought included smoked Georgian cheese, honey his father’s friend collected, a lace table runner his aunt made, traditional wedding drinking glasses made of horns of a mountain animal, and a few other things that even we did not understand when he came to us. Everything became blurry as Duane and I began to process that this kid is going to rely on us for everything. He looks to us as he doesn’t understand. As he needs food or a towel or feels cold, he says, “mom—where are the towels,” (or I am hungry, or what does this mean). We are now his lifeline to the world.

I haven’t had much time to get to the computer and I think I am beginning to understand the challenges my friends with kids face in finding time to do everyday things. My days are taken up with registering him for school, making him food, teaching him how to do things, and I haven’t even been to work yet! Muro has been here five days and it feels like in a way he has been here our whole lives. He has brought so much light and sunshine to our world. He hangs back in the shadows and listens and tries to apply what he is learning and every now and again he injects his personality and shows us that he has learned what we have taught him. His laugh is infectious and he is a bit sneaky in letting us know that he just made a joke—he is very clever and he knows when he has been clever. He fits very well into our family. I will continue to write and I hope you get a sense of who he is through my writing. I have a lot more to tell you, but I think this is enough for today—he and Duane are outside mowing grass. Duane is excited he loves to mow grass and Muro is excited Duane wants to show him as he really wants to make him proud. It is nice to see Duane with him. I will begin adding pictures to the blogs soon as I write more later.