Our granddaughter, Anneke, is Romanian. She
turned two in December before she came home to our family in February. So many
moments of heartache ended when she arrived. Her sweet smile and her spunky
personality were obvious from the moment we met, but her language was Romanian.
Until our daughter, her husband and her new big brother picked her up at the
nursery in Romania, she had heard no other language.
Her first weeks with her family were all new
experiences-for her and for her new parents. Each time my daughter left Anneke,
even if she was only going into another room, she reassured her child, saying,
“I’ll be right back.” The language difference did cause difficulty at times
although love is a universal language, and Anneke understood from the first
meeting that she was loved.
She would stand in front of her Dad and “jabber”.
It was obvious she was speaking Romanian
because the sounds were the same each time she repeated them. Her Dad would sigh sadly, “Oh, honey, I just
can’t understand.” This would be repeated numerous times; then she would place
both hands on her hips and give him what the family now calls the Anneke look
as she stomped away. She quickly learned English, but I lived an hour away and
did not hear her each day.
Perhaps a brief explanation needs to be inserted for the reader. I had not been as positive as a Christian mother should have been about this adoption. The stories I had heard about foreign adoptions had filled my mind with doubt. My children had a 12-year-old son (also by adoption), and I felt they might be in for heartache with this move. My faith was lacking.
On this particular day, we had agreed to meet at a McDonald’s that had a playground where Anneke could play while her mother and I visited. We found a booth close to the area, and after we had finished our lunch, Anneke jumped from her seat, turned and patted me reassuringly on the knee and said in the clearest, most distinct English I had ever heard, “I’ll be right back, Gramma.”
With tears on the surface and a knot in my throat, I turned to my daughter, “Getting her may be the smartest thing you have ever done.”
“I knew you would think so, Mom.” She smiled.
Anneke is 16 now, and I still treasure this moment when I heard her speak so clearly and so sweetly as she promised to come right back. I also still believe this is one of the smartest things her parents have ever done. She is a treasure in our life.




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