I am feeling anxious, almost hoping that we have to drive
another 45 minutes before we get there.
We drive into the small village, probably a few hundred houses that all
have smoke coming out of there chimneys.
The firewood all of these villages burn has a distinctive smell that
comes into the van. We get to a peach
colored stucco house and we stop, we are here.
The foster dad comes out, he doesn’t have a coat on, even though it is
10 degrees F. He is young, stocky,
shaved head with a barb wire style tattoo wrapping his arm between his shoulder
and the upper bicep. Their house is 1000
sq ft max but tiled out nice, and clean.
I don’t have any expectations for this first meeting. I don’t expect them to come to me or I to
them. They are there in the living room
and they smile and are a bit shy. We all
just stand there and look at each other for about 2 minutes. We give them each a small little toy car and
they smile and take them and start to play with them. The foster mom tells Adam to tell us that
they have been telling them that they are “getting new parents and will get to
go on a big airplane with them”
We play with them in their room for a while and they pull
out all of their toys and show us everything.
They are not shy and are warming up very well. I teach them high five and also the “fist
bump, blow it up”. They like this
especially Christopher (Drew).
We stay about an hour and then leave and come back Miskolc
and then go back after lunch for about another hour.
The program is to work us in slowly, spend some time with
them, leave, then come back and spend a little more time and then leave. This is best for everybody. The kids are getting small doses of us and we
are getting small doses of them. And the
foster parents have time to make their adjustment and have their peace with the
transition. Sam and Drew have been with
them since they were 9 months and 22 months respectively, this is a long time
and I am sure will be hard for them to part.
During these first couple of days, I have never had such a “spotlight”
on my parenting ability. It is “Primetime”
and time to perform. The whole stadium
is watching. Everybody is waiting to see
what your next step will be and how you will react, how quick are your reflexes
and am I making instinctive plays? Adam
is the veteran coach, critiquing certain moments/plays and giving his
feedback. Kimbo/teammate is really
pulling her weight and making some spectacular plays during the visit. She dropped a couple of passes early on but
recovered with an excellent lego structure that the boys really liked. The foster parents are the loyal original
fans who have been there with the team from the beginning through good times
and bad and now have tremendous faith in their newly traded for veteran quarterback
(me) and pro bowl tight end (Kimbo). Sam
and Drew are the highly touted rookie 1st round draft picks who are
seeing just what they can get away with.
Look, Sam just refused to round up the cones from practice (pick up his
toys) what are the veterans (me and Kimbo) going to do? Will they discipline this early or will they
let it slide?
Okay, that analogy is a reach, but what I am trying to say
is, that everybody is just standing there watching our every move and there is
some pressure. I will be ready to get
them on our own and be ourselves and I think we will be good parents.
I can really relate to the pressure of Tom Brady and Giselle
(Kimbo). Ha.
Saturday the 11th
Another visit with the boys in the morning and then off to
the mall with them. Before we leave,
Christopher (Drew) keeps looking at Kimbo and saying the same Hungarian phrase
over and over. Finally Adam says that he
is saying, to her “Why do you keep talking like that?” Drew, we can relate. We can’t understand most everything they say,
but we can tell when they have to go to the bathroom and I discovered at the
mall today that a firm squeeze of the arm and taut “stop” is a universal
message.
Everything goes well.
On the way back we first find a Greek Orthodox church that
we decide will fulfill our Sunday obligation?
Maybe not, but we have looked a lot for a church and nobody seems to be
able to help and the internet is not helping.
Luckily we find a Roman Catholic church that has 6 pm
Saturday mass and we attend, you can see details of this experience in Kimbo’s
entry but, what I find amazing is that is it literally the same temperature
inside the church as outside, about 15 degrees F. I guess churches built in 1735, Minorite Church,
don’t get central heating and air. Also,
it is beautiful and gothic with chapels lining each side with beautiful
paintings on the very very high ceilings.
I read the pews were built in the mid 1800’s and we notice that they
have names carved in them, like the domino tables at the Dixie Chicken. I want to know what happened in the church if
anything between the end of World War II and the end of Communism there. I am sure the upkeep of this church is not a
priority during this time.
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