A Babushka to Love


I don’t think that they were expecting us today for some reason.  Usually Jacob is ready to go for his visit, but they had snack still to eat, and bathroom and something else to go do, so we waited for about fifteen minutes before we could see him.  Poor kiddo, we got to the orphanage right as they were wheeling him inside and he was so upset knowing I was there and he couldn’t go with me.  He also had purple iodine on his face today.  I suppose he fell and scraped it.

I went over to the staircase they usually come down and waited there.  He was very excited, as usual, and asked where Papa was (always his first question).  I replied with “Da Papa e sistra e brat e… Babushka!” Translation: Yes, Daddy and sister and brother and… Grandma!  He looked a little confused so I said “Yura Babushka” to let him know she was his grandma.  Wow did that kid’s eyes light up!!

He started talking very fast and excitedly and gave me the hugest hug ever.  Of course, he didn’t recognize her so Papa was the first person he shouted out to, but when we got closer I introduced them and as soon as the word Babushka came out of my mouth he reached out for her.  I handed him over and she got a great big hug and lots of sweet words (though we’re not sure what).  She just stood there for several seconds with him in her arms.  It was incredibly precious.

The rest of the visit he was quite partial to his new “Baba”.  We did have to correct him a few times as his mind immediately went to calling her Mama.  It makes sense as every other important woman in his life has probably been called that, and it’s so much easier to say.  But he got the knack.  We were very clear each time “I am Mama this is Babushka”.  I am not concerned that she will hinder our attachment at all.  I know from many experienced adoptive parents that grandparents are safe people that can typically interact as usual without causing attachment problems.  They are family, after all.  We are watching all the signs closely, but no concerns really at this point.

I was so thrilled to see him excited about his Babushka.  It makes me wonder how often he has thought or dreamed of having a grandma of his very own.  Wait till he sees all of his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins to love him.  Not to mention our adopted church family!  He will have so many people loving on him he won’t even know what to do.  I cannot wait for him to realize how greatly loved he is by so many.

A Mommy and a Daddy… a sister and a brother… and a Grandma too???? “How could life possibly get any better?”  His face seemed to glow all day.  How indeed.  Just you wait kiddo.  Wait till you see all that we have planned and prepared for your new life.  We are an incredibly blessed little family of six, with so many to love and be loved by.  It’s on these mountaintops I can truly ask God “Could life get any better?”  And I’m sure He is smiling down at me and saying “Just wait child, wait and see all I have planned and prepared for your new life.”

“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.” – John 14:1-3 


  1. The look on his little face is priceless! I would love to listen in on his thoughts as all this transpires…

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