This one will be short and sweet.
We first met our son, Kris, in June of 2014. That’s right, ten months ago. He first landed on American soil on July 4, 2014. Nine months ago. We finalized his adoption and he entered school (9th grade) in November of 2014. Five months ago.
There have been lots of good times and laughs in those ten months. There has been a huge leap in adjusting to family life and the American scene. There has also been some very tough times during that process. At times those meltdowns would rattle the very foundation of our family unit but we stayed the course. We didn’t give up on each other.
When he first began school he had a lot of difficulty with the education system here and its stark contrast to the “crowd-control” system in his old country. He struggled somewhat with grades but more with his self-confidence. We all worked together to help him build up his self-esteem and give his self-confidence a needed boost.
He likes to succeed. He is highly competitive. He is also a big trickster. So yesterday he comes home from school and reports that he got an “F” on his American government test. “I got a 69 and the teacher gave me an ‘F”” After playing along with his April Fool’s joke he shows me his test. He got an 82 – a “B”. He was grinning from ear to ear. He is also doing extremely well in English and Ceramics and he’s doing pretty good in Math.
Last evening, he is watching a cartoon video on Netflix. He calls to his brother, Peter, to join him. He sets two chairs in front of the computer and they watch it together. All the while Kris is adding commentary to the video to personalize it for his brother. “See Peter! This is you and me in the video, bro. The one with the muscles is me and the chubby one is you.” Peter laughs.