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The Long Tale About Bringing Him Home

I can’t believe it’s been so long. But today, tonight, it’s 6 (six) years since I brought MT home.
Can you believe it?!

first look | 2005

I’m spending it all alone since MT is at his Grandparents, but I’ve used the time good and written down The Long Tale About Bringing Him Home. So here it goes:

6 years ago right about now, I guess I were still on the plane. I was so tired, had been awake all night. So much had happened. The long waiting at the air port in Addis Abeba. The flight in the middle of the night. The uneasy sleep of my little 2,5 year old. The no sleep for me. The early, early morning landing in Frankfurt in Germany. The hours spent at the Mac Donald, eating, playing and talking. Then we had to say farewell to my good friend that had been with us for over a week, I cried and MT screamed, we almost lost it there for a while.

But then he got to meet his Grandparents and got treated with a pizza. He started to smile again and being his goofy self; charming his Grandparents from the very first moment they met. After some hours of talking and getting to know each other, we had to say goodbye again. Not easy, but easier. He had not been with them as long and i think he understood that he would see them again, soon. When they would come to visit us by the fjord were I lived and he soon should live as well.

There where some more waiting, it seemed like for ever. I was so tired and was really relieved when we finally could board the plane. MT decided that he wanted to sit right next to the rotor blade, he found it funny to watch. I felt they might be a bit to noisy for my liking, but hey, it is only one hour flight. I could take that.

It took some more hours to get home. There were fog at the air port, we got rerouted to the main city. When we landed i almost cried again, I was so very tired and kind of emotional; being a new mom and all. My kid was sleeping next to me safely tucked in the belt that i had to bribe him with candy to fasten without too much crying an hour earlier. It was something new to him, they didn’t use belt much in his country. Not that he had flown an air plane before either.

They told me that every one had to leave the plane and go wait inside in the waiting hall. It was too much for me and I almost cried. The stewardess understood me, she was an adoptive mom as well, she said she could eat her lunch in the plane and stay with me. I haven’t words enough to describe how happy that made me, how understood i felt, how thankful I was for that my kid got to sleep and i got to just sit there talking about my boy, about adoption with someone that understood and knew.

After a while we got to take off again, the fog had cleared. We headed for our final destination this day, finally. When I walked out of the plane, with my kid next to me – he woke up when we got there – I cried again. Happy tears this time. Because another good friend stood there waiting for us. Waiting for us to come of the plane, waiting to give each of us a good hug and a welcome home, waiting to drive us home.

And while we drove we got to talk a little, my friend and I, while my kid slept some more. And our day was finally almost over. Finally home, me and my kid, ready for our new life together.


Thanks for reading! This really is a special day for me. If you want to you can read more about the journey to Ethiopia here. But now it is time for bed for me I guess. Looking forward to see MT again tomorrow. I miss him when he’s not here. The house is so empty and quiet.


Mama’s Scarf | Starting Point

Mama's Scarf

I’ve really been into scrapping with real paper and glue this month. Not because I don’t like digi scrapping any more (because I DO!) – but because I found a bunch of photos from when MT first entered my life and it’s been so inspiring and fun adding a few stories to paper and putting them to good use as a scrapbook page. It doesn’t hurt that I have some beautiful papers to use either 😉

Mama's Scarf

This photo I nearly put in the bin, but then I remembered the first weeks we had together. How the weather were nice, but a little chilly. How we were stuck in our little town because my car didn’t have the back seat put up, neither did we have a safe stool for MT to sit. How we had to use what we could find. Like this scarf around his neck to keep it warm while we went walking along the fjord side.

You came to Norway in October.
I should have thought about it being fall.
You had both jacket and hat –
but I hadn’t found a scarf for you.
So you had to borrow mine.
It was a little to big, but you didn’t care.

Here we are out walking together with Grandma and Grandpa. It was their first time visiting us . It was so nice having them for a week. One get to know each other well that way.

22. October 2005

Mama's Scarf

Made with Shimelle’s Starting Point.

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Visiting an old memory

Lines When I was a little girl my dad worked as a teacher at a place called Croftholmen. It was close to the ocean and 60 kilometers away from our home. I know he loved teaching at that school, but the driving did take up much of his time so a few years later he got a job much closer to home.

But I remember going with him to the coast. I remember getting up early bringing my big teddy bear with me in the car. I remember smelling the salt air and feeling the wind in my hair. I remember sitting at his desk drawing strange pictures with smiling moons. I remember smelling the burnt iron at the work shop where he taught the young ones to weld.

I remember how much I loved spending a day at work with my dad.

So the other day, on the way back from football cup. I stopped the car and took MT with me to the little islet. Telling him about his Grandpa and what it was like following him to work.

On the pier

Walking around

What a school building

We had some fun walking around. The big thing for MT was being close to the ocean, getting his boots wet while looking for crabs and looking out at the big sea. But there were other things to be found too.

Amazing Rocks



In the Ocean

It was a foggy day, so we couldn’t see far, I guess MT never realized how far out in the sea he could have seen, but we’ll be back a beautiful sunny day…


Then on the way home we drove by my mom and dad’s to show them our photos. I think my dad would have loved to have been there with us.

It’s still a really special place for him. And come to think of it, it also is for me.

@ Grandma & Grandpa

Click the images to see them at flickr and read a little bit more about each of them.

Thanks for looking!

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