Our faith has been stetched and grown so much during this time. After we arrived at the Entebbe Airport we found a shuttle driver waiting for us (we were 30 min late). He was holding a sign that made us laugh. It said, Mandi Johnson (x2 pass) and underneath it read:
(Wiz a lot of luggage)
tee hee
You could tell they had made a long journey, the 3+hrs to reach our location. They also looked blank and scared. I knelt down to hug them, and they were very still and unresponsive. They were very unsure of what was happening. They never travel to meet the numerous teams of mzungus (white people) that visit each summer. They are used to white people coming bringing donations and treats, giving lots of hugs, playing games and then before you know it they are off again.
I knelt down to put my arms around Fred and wasn't there long before I realized he was soaking wet. Not being used to the long ride, he'd had an accident in his jeans AND spilt water all down his sweatshirt. So what would have been really uncomfortable turned into an immediate moment to parent and care for our son and meet his needs. We had new underwear and clothes in our bag and got him all cleaned up and ready to go. So uncertain, not sure of what each moment would hold....then slowly as we began our 3 hourbouncy ride in the matatu, something began to happen. Giggles (Fred still has one of the most beautiful laughs in the world) and smiles in the car, having to tell Fred to put his arm back inside the van (he was not happy about this "who were we to tell him what to do :), so the passing cars didn't take it off...that is a reality on the roads of Uganda..no yellow line :). Next we stopped for lunch, and it was just like a meal with our kids back home, Jeremy and I between them serving their food and cutting their meat.
I don't even know what was next, but as evening fell it became time for bed time. They did not resist or seem fearful to be with us. A volunteer mission team that had been here for 2 weeks was staying in the guest house with us. They commented that they could see a change in Nulu. They said she was so happy. And she stayed right by my side. Just precious and my daughter has a smile that will light up the world. She is shy at times, she covers her smile with her hands..but her upturned mouth peeks out and the joy escapes to warm my heart. We gave them baths and placed them and our friends' boys in the room that was prepared for the 4 of them. By the end of the day, they were occasionally called us Mama Mandi and Daddy. They were not sleeping with us, which seemed logical because that is what they are used to. However the Moody brothers actually gave up minimal crying quickly and drifted off...in a little bit crying was heard and when I saw the grown-ups they said, it was Nulu and it was a pitiful cry. I went in and got her down and took her to my bed. Not 10 min later Fred was crying.. I mean come on we couldn't let the big ones wake up the toddlers. So Fred got in daddy's bed. With our 5 days notice before flying over here...they prepared our room with twin beds. Which worked out great because they can each sleep with one of us. I'm sorry even with older kids, this is the most important and precious bonding time. They have never had someone regularly cuddle with them. Day One ended with another accident (we fed them late, drank too much) but again, precious time to be gentle and meet their needs. I've never been so grateful for the things we get frustrated with at home. I must go to bed... all I can say is that Day One doesn't hold a candle to Day 2. I will write and post as soon as possible.




