My second oldest son from Bulgaria. Moses Chosen. You can see his picture (upper right of my side bar) when Tom saw him at 15 pounds and 7 years old. He is now 10 years old. He is the smallest of his 5 brothers. But he is the first to "help". He is the "biggest" in ability and possibility if that makes sense! :o)
Above he is dressing in the spare bedroom with Isaiah, so the girls can't see! LOL! ;o)
We never in a million years thought he'd be able to walk. He was so weak he could barely sit. After his tonsil/adenoid surgery he wanted to die. He had little will to live. He had nearly died the year before in Bulgaria, when we were bringing home Julius and Pauly.
Such an incredibly handsome young man!
It takes 2 nurses, mom and the Dr to hold him down to take blood. He is stronger than people realize! I tell them that's how he survived.
He is so smart. He has learned to trust those who can help him get what he wants. He does get frustrated when they don't "listen" to him. Because he can't speak, too many people will not watch, or pay attention to his body language and they turn away dismissing him. That frustrates him AND us!!
We've realized when we are in public with the boys that the world is so full of electronics and moves so fast, that the face to face time the boys need is almost non-existent. Unless they visit us in our environment. Other wise the boys are expected to speak up or move on. There is little patience for them. :o(
So far Moses has learned that having us there to speak up for him helps a lot. He understands he needs us for that. It's not the same as needing us as his family, because he'll never understand what family is. But it is the gift of a bond with him he allows us. He's not like Noah who adjusts and LOVES whoever he is with, and whoever LOVES Noah. Moses is more discriminating. If you ignore him, Moses remembers. But then you can always apologize and he will forgive you! :o)
How do I thank Bulgaria for my five priceless gifts. How do I repay them for my sons, their sons, our boys. I tell my boys every day that their heritage is one of LOVE and beauty, gifted from God.
My five Bulgarian Angels ;o)