If you have visited here before, you can probably see that I have changed the name of the blog again. I started blogging at 4URuthie to tell the story of our journey to adopt our 1st daughter. I changed it to Mountains for Maggie when we were praying for God to move mountains on behalf of our 2nd daughter. Well now it is no longer just Ruthie’s or Maggie’s stories. It is now our family's story, and the stories of those we share life with, as we Conquer Mountains together. Both ConqueringMountains.net and 4URuthie.blogspot will lead here.

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I am a pastor's wife, mother of 4 kids (2 adopted and 3 with special needs), physical therapist, and photography junky. This is where it all comes together for me. Feel free to join along as I process life out loud.

Monday, April 11, 2011

What They Really Need?

I saw a story last night about a Russian boy who was adopted as an older child.  He had spent his first 9 years bouncing back and forth between an orphanage in Russia and an asylum for the mentally handicapped.  He had been drugged, neglected, starved, and attacked.  He slept on mattresses soaked in human waste and even had a rat in his crib that he remembered well.   He was a uniquely charming child though who caught the eye of an orphanage volunteer from England.  She advocated for the boy and amazingly he was adopted to an American.

The reporter interviewed him (now 18) and you could tell that he was not mentally handicapped but instead was an articulate young man with a vivid memory for what he had experienced as a child.  The story was long and toward the end the reporter asked the boy what was the hardest thing he had to go through.  Do you know what he said?

He said that the hardest moment in those nine years of neglect and abuse was the moment that he sat in a room with his birth mother and watched her sign her rights away.  Not the stomach pains.  Not the neglect.  Not the attacks from other children in the asylum.  The thing that hurt his heart the most was the moment he experienced rejection from his birth mother.

This has haunted me today because I think it says a lot about the heart of the orphan but I think it also says a lot about our biological children as well.   My children don't need more stuff like the trampoline we just got them.  They need a mother who is willing to close her lap top and play on the trampoline with them.  Ruthie didn't need someone to rescue her from the crowded rooms and bland meals of the orphanage.  She needed a mother to love her.  And my kids don't need nicer clothes or fancier vacations.  They need to know that they are accepted, cherished, chosen, and loved.

I am going to keep thinking on the words of that boy from Russia and hopefully they will make me a better mother.


Melissa said...

Wow! So true!

Holly S. said...

I love you insights here. I aspire to do the same. Thanks.

Kelly Goza said...

Thanks for sharing this... challenging and convicting!

Hunan Mommy said...

What an amazing story. Great insghts about our kids true needs.

missgirl said...

Thanks for sharing that. Just came across your blog today from a fb link. I look forward to following.

TanyaLea said...

Wow... so inspiring, thought-provoking and true! Hats off to you for 'getting it' ...Your children are blessed to have you as their mama!!

Now go jump on that trampoline already! ;)

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