Sunday, March 11, 2012

Misconceptions...

When presented with orphan hosting, one of the first questions people ask is:
"Isn't it cruel to bring an orphan here for a few weeks, give them a taste of paradise and then send them back?"

I'll admit, when I first heard about New Horizons, it was something I wondered about as well. Because on the surface, it DOES seem cruel. To bring them here, to the "land of plenty"... to let them experience life in a family, where there's plenty to eat and they don't have to worry about their safety, where they're loved and well taken care of, where their opinions matter... only to take it all away 4 or 5 weeks later.

Recently, a gentleman emailed New Horizon's founder and director, LeAnn Dakake, with this very concern. A couple he went to church with had announced that they were hosting an orphan through New Horizons and they were asking for donations to help cover hosting costs.  As is true with many new (and experienced) hosters, the family was not able to articulate many of the reasons why hosting is so beneficial to the orphaned child. They just knew it was something God was calling them to do and they were being obedient.
Because of his misconceptions, I don't think this gentleman was inclined to help this family minister to the child they were hosting.

In her reply, LeAnn addresses this concern and visits some of the reasons why we do what we do.


"The kids that we bring are coming on a visit, or exchange type program. Many of their orphanages close during the holidays and over summer so all kids must go somewhere. They go other places like Italy, Spain, Holland, other camps in their own countries (former Soviet training camps for kids) and some go to local foster families as well. We are one of the “options” as far as the kids are told, and they are selected to come on our program after being interviewed and after we talk to their caregivers about behavior, school efforts etc. So, everyone goes out of the orphanage for the summer and in our case, we are a 5 week program, so they come here and usually return to a camp type place in their home country or start out at one and come to us from the camp. In Latvia, children are mostly in foster families as they are trying to close traditional orphanages, but the foster families are not able to care for them beyond the monthly low stipend and in many cases, they don’t have indoor plumbing and are very rural with little access to anything for the children to do outside of school or off the farm (most are on farms).

Our program shows children what it’s like to be fully and unconditionally loved in a Christian family. It is an experience that many would never have in their lives. Even in most of the foster families, the foster parents are “workers” and do not treat orphans as their own children. They do this due to culture, poverty and also to keep up some wall as they know they cannot provide for a permanent situation even if they so desired. In addition to the ministry aspects of the program, the kids come and gain a new language. Most learn as much English in 4-5 weeks here as they would in a good English class in their schools over 4-5 years. Latvia is a part of the European Union as well and in that, residents are able to move and work in other EU countries. But Latvian is a language that no other country speaks or uses, and English is a very common language in all. So, that alone, would be a good “tool” to give kids now to help them later. However, many of the children who come are also eligible for adoption and after being hosted, about 65% of the eligible children are adopted into a forever and unconditional loving Christian family. Besides participating in a program like ours, they have literally 0-1% chance of ever being considered for adoption through a traditional process. Latvia doesn’t place children under about age 9 as available for adoption unless they have medical issues or are part of sibling sets. And, most families who consider  adopting would not just send a dossier (family adoption package) to Latvia asking for a preteen or teenager sight unseen. So, this does offer them a lot of possibilities beyond just a visit to a nice family in America. Also, most children who are older and have aged out for adoption who come, are learning enough English they can be considered to return on a student visa, which Latvia allows if we find sponsors.

Surprisingly, most families who host do not intend to adopt the child they bring. Most consider it as helping a poor orphan child and being sacrificial towards that child- a missions trip for their family where they can still live at home. However, in the end, many families do decide they want to adopt or they have friends through church, neighbors etc who meet the child and decide to adopt. Nearly all families say they went into it to bless a child and come out of it feeling like they received the blessing. On the other side, when I talk to children after they have been fully adopted and live in The US, none of them state that on returning to their home country they felt like they were being ripped out of a glorious land and placed into poverty. It was a trip to remember and they returned “home”. When they were offered adoption later, since we don’t speak of it on the host program, they were in most cases, shocked and it took a great deal of thinking to consider it real and accept it.

So, in the end, if a child who comes on the program has even 10% chance of being helped through one of these purposes, where they had 0% if they didn’t come; should we decide not to do this, or to do this for them as much as possible? And, that 10% is in reality, much greater for each child who participates…more like 99% gain something important from the program whether it’s Salvation, family, language or love.

Lastly, it is interesting to consider that the kids don’t have such the expected “trauma” after having to go back as one would assume. In fact, I have traveled with some of the groups all the way back home and each program I travel with them through security to the plane after we depart parents at the airport in Atlanta. The kids look at this as a vacation. Once they separate from their 4-5 week family, they refocus on friends after we get through security and find familiarity in them. “They are going home”. It is told to them and explained as such and being their “homes” are in Latvia and Ukraine, they don’t expect to stay forever. The things that we see as extreme poverty and necessary things we have to have in life to live… just aren’t seen that way when it’s what you know and come to accept as “life and home”. We are “Disney World” and no one expects to live at Disney World. In fact, there are some kids who go back, are offered adoption and say no. For Americans, many things we deem necessary to live comfortably, they see it as waste and extreme, even greed and ugly wealth at times. After traveling myself twice a year, to where they live, I tend to feel their viewpoint at times too.  Not having running water in a house doesn’t mean it isn’t a comfortable home that provides attention and a sense of belonging. Safety and security of the “known” is there and that is number one on what humans need in order to consider what things are important. I suppose, considering where they were prior to the orphanages, streets and foster families, which is something none of us has had to see or endure, where they are now is a welcome version of “home”…just not what you and I would think of or ever consider as sufficient to be home. Consider the show Little House on the Prairie? They had little and felt like they had everything. These kids are similar, except they don’t have the “family” and that’s what we aim to offer them.

So, I hope this helps you to see the benefits far outweigh the negatives and also, the “craziness” of a new world is something exciting to experience for all of them. Flying on an airplane is a ride at the amusement park…and in some cases, riding everywhere in a car instead of going by metro or by foot is something they really dislike. So, they perceive it much differently from how we see it.

God bless you and your family for considering joining us as we minister to orphans and coming on this journey with your friends."


I hope it changed his mind.
And if the same thought has scampered through your head, I hope it changes your mind as well.




Tuesday, February 21, 2012

ONE

Fear is a funny thing.
And of course by "funny", I mean not funny at all.

Now that I'm really advocating for New Horizons and orphan hosting.... and of course by "advocating", I mean spamming facebook.... I think I can safely say that the majority of people I've talked to fall into 3 general categories.

1. They're interested in theory in orphan hosting, but at this point in their lives it's just not for them. Could be a spouse just lost a job, there's a new baby in the family, or they want to wait until their own kids are older. Maybe they were involved with an exchange student program and it didn't go well, and now they're a little gun shy. Maybe they're already over-committed with bible studies, ball practice, homework, school activities, work, errands, and church; and just can't fit anything else on their "family plate". Maybe they're heavily involved with other ministry opportunities and don't want to "divide their loyalties".
I get it. I totally do.

2. They're totally NOT interested in hearing about the program or the "plight of orphans in Eastern Europe". These are sometimes the same ones who think I'm unpatriotic-- somehow less of an American because I'm not "taking care of my own." (Yes, that is a direct quote.)
Maybe they're afraid I'm going to preach at them. Maybe they're really struggling with their own drama, battling their own demons- and they can't handle someone else's.
Maybe they don't want to hear about it because they're afraid they'll be called to do something.

And that brings me to my 3rd category... FEAR.

3. I wonder, of all the people we talk to about New Horizons, how many are held back by fear? How many don't respond.... how many don't host.... how many don't donate.... how many don't share.... how many choose to not participate....
because of fear---
because of uncertainty---
because it puts them in unfamiliar territory---
because it upsets their comfortable routine---
because it's not something they can do on their own---
because it requires a great deal of trust---
because it's easier to ignore the problem, pretending it's not there; than it is to get involved.

After all, it's just ONE kid, right?
ONE orphan who's already been written off by his own family.
ONE boy... ONE girl... who's culture looks upon them as worthless... unworthy... troublemakers... somehow responsible for their orphan status.
ONE who is overlooked.... underestimated.... ignored.... cast aside.
ONE child who doesn't really know what he's missing, does he?

What difference is it really going to make?

If YOU were that ONE... what difference would it make to you?

Matthew 25:44-45 (The Message)
 44 Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or homeless or shivering or sick or in prison and didn't help?
 45 He will answer them, "I'm telling the solemn truth: Whenever you failed to do one of these things to someone who was being overlooked or ignored, that was me—you failed to do it to me."








Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Vacation?

Since returning home from my trip, I've had a lot of people ask me how it went.
I've found some of their phrasing a little strange.

It may not really be indicative of anything, but I've found it interesting nonetheless.
"Did you have fun?" and "Did you have a good time?" are the ones I find the most thought provoking.

Maybe that's just what people ask when they know you've been away.... maybe that's just what they think they're supposed to say.... or what they ask when they think they're expected to comment, but don't really care about the answer.
Maybe I'm being completely unreasonable and  reading WAY too much into the words people use and need to instead, be glad they asked and thankful for the opportunity to share about New Horizons. (Yeah, that's probably it.)

For the record, I DID have fun, and I DID have a good time.... but this wasn't a vacation.
This wasn't a trip to the Bahamas.

On this trip I visited orphanages that smelled like 3 week old boiled cabbage and unwashed bodies.
I slept in a hotel that smelled like dead, decaying rats complete with faded leopard print sheets and bed bugs.
I met children who, upon turning 16, will "graduate" from their orphanage with little chance of living past their next birthday.
I spent a week in a van that didn't have any heat in the 2nd and 3rd rows, in a country that was experiencing record breaking cold.
I met children under the age of 12, who had already started smoking.
I wore the same jeans for 6 days in a row and washed my socks and underwear in the sink.
I met girls, who upon "graduating", will turn to prostitution as a way to stay alive.
I tried squid flavored potato chips. And yes, they are as NASTY as they sound.
I played UNO with kids who have NEVER known the love of a mother.
I met an orphanage director who didn't want anything to do with our program because there was a chance "her" kids might be adopted.
I showered in bathrooms that smelled like a sewer.
I met children who had been abandoned by a parent because they were seen as an inconvenience.

But I also met a boy in Latvia who had such a great sense of humor, I nearly wet my pants from laughing.
I met orphanage directors who loved their kids and were eager to hear about New Horizons.
I met kids who practically begged to come to America.
I got to surprise Mareks with my visit to Riga. (It took nearly 10 minutes on the phone to convince him that I was actually there.)
I met an orphanage director who is actively pursuing educational/job training opportunities for his "graduates."
I visited orphanages that had medical and nutritional personnel on staff.... a speech therapist... an area for physical therapy... laptops... exercise equipment.
I met a brother/sister duo who were so personable and quite frankly, blew me away.... I wanted to hide them in my suitcase and smuggle them home.
I saw AMAZING artwork, needlework, paper crafting, beadwork, woodwork, sewing projects-- all done by the kids we were interviewing.
I got to see parts of the world that I never would have seen otherwise.
I met a boy with spina bifida and other medical issues, who's very life may depend on him being adopted.
I tried Borsch... and I liked it!
I spoke with kids who wanted to know about me, and my life, and life in America.
I met a girl who intervened for another who was being picked on, standing up to a "popular girl" at her orphanage.
I met a boy who wanted to "friend me" on facebook.
I met children who wanted to be teachers.... an engineer.... an architect.... a doctor.... a dancer....
I met kids who were proud of their accomplishments.
I drank enough tea in which I could sink the Titanic.
I played games with kids who wanted to hold my hand-- even though they didn't know me.
I spoke with 16 year olds who are too old to be adopted- and they know it--- and it breaks my heart.
I met kids who when hypothetically given 3 wishes... time and time again, their 1st wish was to have a family.

No, this wasn't a vacation.

But it beats Disney any day.





Monday, February 13, 2012

Saying Goodbye

I'm trying to decide what YOU want to hear about my trip.
The food?
What the orphanages themselves were like?
The kids?
The orphanage directors?
Our schedule?
The weather?
Our accommodations?
I don't know, so I'm just going to jump in.

It was harder to leave home than I thought it was going to be.
Much harder.
Rick and I took the boys to school Monday morning and I walked them in... and I cried.
2 weeks without seeing their sweet faces, feeling their arms around my neck, sweaty boy hands in mine.
UGH! I wanted to go... I was excited to go... but OHHHHH I was going to miss them!

So it was just Rick and I headed towards the airport.
One of the fundraisers New Horizons does to help with interview trip costs is to offer to carry over care packages to UKR and LAT and deliver them to the host kids. For a fee- depending on the size of the care package, we'll get it to the right country, and in some cases (if it's an orphanage we're revisiting) we'll personally deliver it and take a picture.
There were only 2 of us receiving packages for Ukraine; myself and another team member in Colorado.
She got about 13 packages... I got close to 40... most of them gallon size Ziploc bags... many of them stuffed to the gills... some of them unbelievably heavy.

So packing was an issue.
I had to find suitcases that were 1. within the airline's size restrictions and 2. would hold as much as possible without going over the weight limit. I had over 120 lbs of care packages. Each suitcase could weigh no more than 50 lbs or there would be an extra fee  So at one point, to get everything under the weight limit I had 3 bags to check that consisted solely of care packages, 1 rolling carry on that had my stuff in it, and a backpack.  Of course, theres also an additional fee for checking more than one bag, so even thought I had them under the weight limit, I still had to pay for the 2 additional bags. Plus, I was going to have to pay to bring those bags back home.
I could just picture me in Kiev. Alone... not speaking the language.... wrestling with and controlling 4 suitcases and a backpack.
Yeah, I had to figure out something else.

The day before I left, we had a family day in Columbus. We went to the Power Show and the boys competed in a kiddie tractor pull. Joe placed in his age group and has been invited to pull at the 2013 NKTPA Grand Nationals.  But while we were on the way to Columbus, I checked Craigslist for a suitcase. If I was going to "lighten my load" so to speak, I needed a LARGE suitcase that would get me there, but also one that was cheap enough that I could leave it in UKR.
The Lord provided one for $15. It was barely within the size restrictions, the wheels worked, and it was right on our way home. YAY GOD!

So now I had all the care packages packed into 2 BIG suitcases. They were both over the weight limit (each close to 70 lbs) and I was going to have to pay excess baggage fees, but I'd reduced my number of suitcases by 1 AND the one we got off Craigslist, I could leave behind and not pay to bring it back.
PERFECT!
So the count now is 2 large/heavy rolling suitcases, 1 rolling carry on and a STUFFED backpack. Not ideal, but certainly more manageable.

So Rick got me to the airport, we got everything checked in, and then it was time to go through security.
Rick and I have been married for 10 years, and we've never been apart for more than a couple of days- and even that is a rarity.  He doesn't travel for work, I don't travel for work. If we travel somewhere, we do it as a family.

Saying goodbye to Rick was harder than saying goodbye to the boys.
I went through security... weeping.
I gathered up my stuff... still weeping.
I walked to my gate with the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I wanted to go... I was excited to go...
But OHHHHH how I was going to miss them!

Once I got settled at my gate and started focusing on other things, things started to dry up.
But I was surprised at how emotional I was about leaving.
Saying goodbye was much harder than what I'd expected.

I would hope that if I get to go again, the goodbyes will be easier... or at least less emotional.





Sunday, February 12, 2012

Back to reality

Homecoming is an interesting thing.

I was SO ready to see the Rick and the kids.
I was SO ready for a shower and my own bed.
I was SO ready to wear clean clothes.... and catch up on sleep, and reinsert myself back into family life.

Yet, there are kids I've left behind who weigh heavily on my heart. Mareks... Kolya... Rita... Igor... Sasha... Tolik... Nastia... Raivis... Yuri... Peter... Albert... Oksana...
Good kids.
Kids- some adoptable, some not, who need someone to love them... someone to want them... to choose them.
Kids who, for whatever reason, have been placed in a foster family or orphanage- either by the government or their own parents.
Kids who, in spite of their circumstances, were bright... funny... sweet... personable... affectionate... trusting... brave...
Kids who, in some cases, are treated differently because they're orphans. Like they're somehow "less" than their peers.
Kids who, if not hosted and/or adopted have a better chance of becoming a statistic than a functioning member of society.


Rick, Joe and Kyle met me at the airport, and it was a sweet reunion. Hugs... kisses... hand holding... smiles... and a card from Joe that said "Dear Mom, I had a great time while you were gone."
HA HA
Their good behavior, so glad that I was home, lasted until we were pulling out of the airport parking garage. In their defense, my flight out of JFK was delayed, and didn't get in till about 11pm.... which means we didn't get home with everyone to bed until nearly 1am.
I had 2 crying babies on my international flight home (between Helsinki and JFK) and the girl sitting in the neat next to me had a HORRIBLE head cold, so all she did was blow her nose and cough. The gentleman in front of me... as soon as he was able, reclined his seat to the absolute farthest position, and it stayed there the entire flight. By the time we got home, I'd been up for more than 24 hours, preceded by 2 nights of "late nights and early mornings." Needless to day, I was EXHAUSTED!

But with motherhood, there's usually no rest for the weary. So yesterday (my 1st full day home) consisted of a soccer game, laundry, going through the mail, unpacking, referee-ing and redirecting, going through school papers, meal preparation, bill paying, errands, searching for library books, checking through email, haircuts for the men in the house and showers for Joe and Kyle.
I managed to stay awake until 9:30 last night, but as I'm still adjusting to the 7 hour time difference, I was awake at 4:30 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep.

So, here I am at my blog, trying to decide where to start.

I don't know how many miles (kilometers) we covered, and I lost track of how many kids we met.
That sounds terrible, I know-- "losing track" of the kids. There are a few that stood out for me... for a variety of reasons. But the rest, honestly, it's a bit of a blur.

If you've followed the international news at all, you might know that much of Eastern Europe was in the middle of a winter that was shattering temperature records. We had some days that got down to 25-30 BELOW zero. (fahrenheit). Yeah, it was cold.
Luckily, we had a great heater in the rental van.... oh... wait... that's not right.
The heat didn't work in the 2nd or 3rd rows- which of course, is where we were sitting.
While we were driving, every now and then, I'd take a credit card and scrape the ice off the inside of the window so I could see outside.

I'd continue, but quite frankly, I'm falling asleep at the keyboard.

I'll post more later, as my children allow :-)





Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Update

So I had a big long post all typed up, and my tablet locked up on me. ARRGH!
So, to reiterate:
Ukraine portion of trip is done.
I'm waiting in KIev airport to head to Riga.
UKR has been unbelievably cold, I hear Latvia is colder.
I'm in desperate need of a shower.... I reek of cigarette smoke.
I'm also in need of a washing machine.
2 of my suitcases have broken. 1 enroute to Kiev, the other on the train to Uzhgorod.
I had more typed out, but I'm out of time.... we're fixin to board.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Odessa, Ukraine

While I have a minute to post, I thought I'd check in. Wifi, for the most part, has been  nonexistant. We're in Odessa, UKR.... getting on an overnight train which will take us to western Ukraine, near the Hungary bordrer.  The team has split up, with some of us going on the train and the rest driving back to Kiev. It's quite a bit warmer herer than what it was in Kiev and Balta. One night we had temps near 20 below.... that's -20 farenheit!!  That's cold no matter how you slice it!!

I have so much to talk about.... so much to relay. From the "dead rat" smelling "Soviet" hotel and the amazing kids we met at Tulchin orphanage and others. (There were 4 from Tulchin I wanted to stuff in my suitcase and bring with me.)

Lunch is here.... time to go. I'll post more later as wifi is available.