There is not a day that goes by that I don’t thank God for the beautiful Korean blessings he has given me and more often than not, I am reminded of how thankful I am to their birth country. These two wonderful “Eastern” children brought into our “Western” home from the other side of the world. I am so humbled to be given the opportunity to be their mother and today, as we venture from the West (Italy) to East, I am overcome with gratitude and a happy/heavy heart-happy for my special gifts, heavy for their loss and for Korea’s loss, in a sense.
Twice now I have traveled to this land, welcomed as a foreigner with graciousness and warmth. The first time we took Tallinn to meet his new sister. He was 2 1/2 and still pretty blonde and everywhere we went Korean women would touch his hair and offer him candy. We knew a few words in Korean but hadn’t quite mastered “He has diabetes and can’t have candy”, so instead we just smiled and said “Kamsa Hamnida” and placed it in our pockets. We couldn’t get over how kind the people were and we honestly loved our visit to Seoul. (Our hard drive has since been changed and I need a little help getting some pictures back from that visit…hopefully I’ll post them by the end of the week.)
Little did we know that we would be traveling to Korea again just over two years later. This time, however I traveled alone with a dear friend in the bitter cold of winter.