...OUT.
Seriously, I am in shock, and awe; and shock again...
The Countdown is onnnn! In more ways than just the Give A Little. There is actually only 2 WEEKS left till we leave for Hong Kong. Actually, to be correct, 13 DAYS!!! Valentines Day on a plane with my Hubband! ...and daughter... and Mother. So romantic! Haha! (Beats last years white roses and fried chicken by a million!)
We made the GOAL! Woohoo!
My Mama is coming to Hong Kong with me!!!
THANK. YOU. I can't say it enough. For the kindness and selfless generosity toward me and my wee whanau. For the invested interest in our journey. For the words of encouragement & heartwarming stories. For the fact that when someone is in need, you respond.
If there is anything I can personally do for you, please don't hesitate to ask. Arohanui. xo
(Also, luckily, there is still 2 DAYS left for the GIVE A LITTLE fundraiser! So for those of you who were keen to bless my Mama but hadn't yet, you still can! [winky wink]
Anything on top of the goal will go towards her Travel Insurance, train/bus/travel/food costs. (Which all add up unfortunately...) So please continue to share the Aroha to my Mama, so we can blow that goal out of the water!!!)
I am starting to get excited, FINALLY!
Our passports arrived last week! Woohoo! Credit came through so we will book Travel Insurance this week! I am in the process of (slowly) picking "kiwi" presents for the B-Ma and the immediate family. I have also received an email back from the Orphanage letting me know they are happy for us to visit, and of course, we have researched about traveling with a toddler/been to the Dr...
"No you can't give your toddler a sedative"
... Darnit. (Jokes!)
Last night I met with my dad. His business trip to China/Hong Kong has been back on since last week, so he wanted to meet up to give me all the files he had on me before he flew off to the (Birth)Mother-Land.
Like my entire story so far, this dinner with my dad was quick and unexpected. We discussed my feelings, and apprehensions, for the trip, his overseas timetable and how we will be co-ordinating to meet in Hong Kong just before he returns to New Zealand. We decided he will be meeting my B-Ma the day after I arrive and we will all go together to visit the Orphanage, like one happy, albeit dysfunctional, family!
Like my entire story so far, this dinner with my dad was quick and unexpected. We discussed my feelings, and apprehensions, for the trip, his overseas timetable and how we will be co-ordinating to meet in Hong Kong just before he returns to New Zealand. We decided he will be meeting my B-Ma the day after I arrive and we will all go together to visit the Orphanage, like one happy, albeit dysfunctional, family!
People have always told me your childhood goes in a blink of an eye, so cherish it. I now understand that concept looking back at my life on paper.
This morning I opened up the files he had given me. Man, it was surreal. From childhood drawings to daggy photos of me, school reports to documents on my adoption. The photos have been hard to look at. It is literally like walking down memory lane. That house where we spent many happy Christmases. The van we used to pile into. The lawn where I used to make up gymnastic routines. That tree where we built a treehouse.The street I used to rollerblade on. Memories...
I have to admit, having no photos of me from when I was a baby sucks. All my photos are from aged 2 onwards. I have literally hundreds of Ever from the moment she left my belly up until yesterday. I wish I could see what I looked like as a newborn. It would be coolio to know how much I weighed. To have a photo of my B-Ma with me... But I digress:
My aim is to put together a "Time Capsule" (fancy name for a crafty photo album really. Haha!) for my B-Ma to keep. To have something to hold onto after we depart back to New Zealand.
My hope is that it brings her peace, somehow?! To know that I had a pretty choice upbringing, compared to what could've been... That I was happy - I am happy. That I was taken care of and loved. And of course, that I was well-dressed in highlighter tracksuits and sweet padded headbands... Haha!
This morning I opened up the files he had given me. Man, it was surreal. From childhood drawings to daggy photos of me, school reports to documents on my adoption. The photos have been hard to look at. It is literally like walking down memory lane. That house where we spent many happy Christmases. The van we used to pile into. The lawn where I used to make up gymnastic routines. That tree where we built a treehouse.The street I used to rollerblade on. Memories...
I have to admit, having no photos of me from when I was a baby sucks. All my photos are from aged 2 onwards. I have literally hundreds of Ever from the moment she left my belly up until yesterday. I wish I could see what I looked like as a newborn. It would be coolio to know how much I weighed. To have a photo of my B-Ma with me... But I digress:
My aim is to put together a "Time Capsule" (fancy name for a crafty photo album really. Haha!) for my B-Ma to keep. To have something to hold onto after we depart back to New Zealand.
Maybe it's a bad idea though?! Maybe it will be too much for her to see the years she missed out on?
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