Mike, Talisha, and Braedyn Davis
Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
More on the Orphan Crisis in the DRC from the agency we are working with
The ending statement on this information sheet captured our attention and prompted us to pursue adoption from the DRC.
http://www.mljadoptions.com/userfiles/file/initial%20info/Why%20Adopt%20from%20Congo.pdf
As a mother I found the piece below, written by one of the escorts, to be refreshing and encouraging. A glimmer of light in a country smothered in darkness. At this time the adopted babies, through MLJ Adoptions Inc, from the DRC are brought to the US by way of an escort because of the instability and war inflicted state of the country. MLJ cannot guarantee they will always be able to continue an escort service but that is how it has been handled in past months. It largely depends on the Congolese government and adoption requirements of their country. Regardless of the timing; we would love to visit the CONGO at some point in our future. The country and people sound amazingly beautiful.
Note, the babies and children waiting in foster care are the fortunate ones who have been approved and accepted for adoption out of the country. Part of the expense provides for their care until they are allowed to be brought home.
My Congo Experience As An Escort
04/15/2011
Camie Schuiteman
I recently returned from a fabulous trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo. The country is different than any place I have ever experienced. Having been to Vietnam twice to complete my adoption, I assumed I would experience similar sites. Of course, being two different continents and two very different cultures, I was wrong. I love the beauty and uniqueness of various cultures and ethnic groups, yet we are all special human beings, created by God, and in need of unconditional love.
Those waiting to bring home a Congolese child might be comforted by my experience. I was most impressed with the foster mothers. They would remind you of your grandmother or favorite aunt. They were beautiful ladies, dressed in a classy style, and very loving to the children in their care. Some had even given the children nicknames based upon their personalities. The little guy I was escorting would laugh and giggle when his foster mother talked to him. It was obvious they had bonded and she knew how to meet his needs. This is very healthy for attachment; it will make your adjustment less difficult because your child has learned to trust adults to care for his needs.
We were instructed not to take photos outside the hotel walls. I followed these instructions explicitly so as not to jeopardize bringing the children home. If I had a photo, it would reveal a country with war in its past. Remnants of buildings and rubble are everywhere. The people have resumed life and made homes and storefronts in these buildings though. The beauty of the Congolese women was a striking contrast to the city. Their attire was very modest, stylish, and feminine. The men quite often appeared to be going to work, wearing suits and carrying briefcases.
We traveled approximately four to five hours in an SUV on a gut-wrenching path to view the most amazing Zongo Falls. No vehicle I have ever owned could navigate this path; there were deep ruts, sometimes mud filled. Had it rained the day prior, the trip would have been cancelled.
Along the way, we viewed huts with grass or tin roofs, holes for windows, and a curtain for a door. Cooking pots were steaming outside, and laundry hung on trees or on the roof. We merged to the edge of the path for numerous pedestrians balancing their daily rations of water on their heads. One hut had a wooden bench in the yard where an elderly grandmother sat surrounded by children. They stopped their schooling to wave as we passed. Of course, there were no books, papers, pencils, or crayons. This was not unlike the private school for the more affluent families we toured in the city. However, there still were not enough books for every child. Being a teacher myself, I asked the Congolese teacher where her supplies and teacher guides were; she replied that they had very few supplies, and she uses the internet every evening to prepare lesson plans. I was impressed with her dedication and passion to search for appropriate teaching material. I am saddened to admit that we have more books in our home than they had in their school library.
I anticipate more escorting trips to the Democratic Republic of Congo. Should I get the blessing of bringing home your child, I will consider the experience an honor. To arrive in the US, welcomed by an entourage of family who have worked very hard and waited long months to adopt this child, is a most rewarding experience. Have your cameras ready and snap that baby’s picture, but I may be too tired and jetlagged to smile!
http://www.mljadoptions.com/userfiles/file/initial%20info/Why%20Adopt%20from%20Congo.pdf
As a mother I found the piece below, written by one of the escorts, to be refreshing and encouraging. A glimmer of light in a country smothered in darkness. At this time the adopted babies, through MLJ Adoptions Inc, from the DRC are brought to the US by way of an escort because of the instability and war inflicted state of the country. MLJ cannot guarantee they will always be able to continue an escort service but that is how it has been handled in past months. It largely depends on the Congolese government and adoption requirements of their country. Regardless of the timing; we would love to visit the CONGO at some point in our future. The country and people sound amazingly beautiful.
Note, the babies and children waiting in foster care are the fortunate ones who have been approved and accepted for adoption out of the country. Part of the expense provides for their care until they are allowed to be brought home.
My Congo Experience As An Escort
04/15/2011
Camie Schuiteman
I recently returned from a fabulous trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo. The country is different than any place I have ever experienced. Having been to Vietnam twice to complete my adoption, I assumed I would experience similar sites. Of course, being two different continents and two very different cultures, I was wrong. I love the beauty and uniqueness of various cultures and ethnic groups, yet we are all special human beings, created by God, and in need of unconditional love.
Those waiting to bring home a Congolese child might be comforted by my experience. I was most impressed with the foster mothers. They would remind you of your grandmother or favorite aunt. They were beautiful ladies, dressed in a classy style, and very loving to the children in their care. Some had even given the children nicknames based upon their personalities. The little guy I was escorting would laugh and giggle when his foster mother talked to him. It was obvious they had bonded and she knew how to meet his needs. This is very healthy for attachment; it will make your adjustment less difficult because your child has learned to trust adults to care for his needs.
We were instructed not to take photos outside the hotel walls. I followed these instructions explicitly so as not to jeopardize bringing the children home. If I had a photo, it would reveal a country with war in its past. Remnants of buildings and rubble are everywhere. The people have resumed life and made homes and storefronts in these buildings though. The beauty of the Congolese women was a striking contrast to the city. Their attire was very modest, stylish, and feminine. The men quite often appeared to be going to work, wearing suits and carrying briefcases.
We traveled approximately four to five hours in an SUV on a gut-wrenching path to view the most amazing Zongo Falls. No vehicle I have ever owned could navigate this path; there were deep ruts, sometimes mud filled. Had it rained the day prior, the trip would have been cancelled.
Along the way, we viewed huts with grass or tin roofs, holes for windows, and a curtain for a door. Cooking pots were steaming outside, and laundry hung on trees or on the roof. We merged to the edge of the path for numerous pedestrians balancing their daily rations of water on their heads. One hut had a wooden bench in the yard where an elderly grandmother sat surrounded by children. They stopped their schooling to wave as we passed. Of course, there were no books, papers, pencils, or crayons. This was not unlike the private school for the more affluent families we toured in the city. However, there still were not enough books for every child. Being a teacher myself, I asked the Congolese teacher where her supplies and teacher guides were; she replied that they had very few supplies, and she uses the internet every evening to prepare lesson plans. I was impressed with her dedication and passion to search for appropriate teaching material. I am saddened to admit that we have more books in our home than they had in their school library.
I anticipate more escorting trips to the Democratic Republic of Congo. Should I get the blessing of bringing home your child, I will consider the experience an honor. To arrive in the US, welcomed by an entourage of family who have worked very hard and waited long months to adopt this child, is a most rewarding experience. Have your cameras ready and snap that baby’s picture, but I may be too tired and jetlagged to smile!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Orphans from DR CONGO and what they have to do with us.
We have begun the adoption process with MLJ Adoptions, Inc. to adopt a baby from the DR CONGO. This may come as a surprise to many who follow this blog. I would be lying if I said there were not times when we questioned our decision. It is mostly with great excitement that we look forward to this next adventure in our lives. But there is also a bit of; "what the heck are we doing", we have a comfortable life as we are. A family of 3. But that's just it, we do have a comfortable life. Maybe too comfortable. We feel the call on our hearts, from God, to move out of comfortable and into a bit of crazy. Any financial advisor would tell us just that; we are crazy. So with putting our savings on the line and God in the lead we are moving froward with this decision. The Congo is a very unstable country so there are many unforeseen challenges that may cause disruptions to the estimated time frame. The current timeline to bringing a baby, age 6 to 12 months, home is anywhere form 8 to 14 months. If you follow this blog we would ask for your prayers as you watch and wait with us. This will be life changing for all three of us, as bringing home any new baby is!
Why Orphans of the DR CONGO? The Congo is a country that has been ravaged by war leaving millions of Congolese children hopless.
The Congo is not the only country with great need, but it's where we feel led that we can make one small difference for one small soul.
Why Orphans of the DR CONGO? The Congo is a country that has been ravaged by war leaving millions of Congolese children hopless.
The Congo is not the only country with great need, but it's where we feel led that we can make one small difference for one small soul.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
LEGO crazy
Braedyn's second to biking, more recent, love is LEGOS. He discovered the world of LEGOS this summer. The amount of time he will stay focused on building a LEGO set is unbelievable to me. Literally hours. He will follow the directions step by step and build these creations. Then he will break them all down backwards and do it again. We have started a buck system so he can earn some more LEGO sets. AND I have started organizing them all so I stop stepping on them.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Labor day weekend, WP CO
Braedyn checking out a launch ramp at Trestles
Maybe next year he decides
River rock throwing time
This sign says it all. We moved to the right place for Braedyn's bike thrills and skills.
View from the front porch of our summer stay in Winter Park. It was fun to revisit Labor Day weekend. Early September and the snow was finally gone from the mountain tops only to reappear in a few short weeks. Love the mountains, but glad we live in Boulder where it will be in the 70's and 80's for a few more months. I gotta ease into winter. It's been awhile. Thankful Boulder winters are mild and SUNNY!
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