It was an incredibly hot and humid day in August. Little Man and I were resting at the top of a formation in Ha Long Bay, Vietnam. We had only known each other for a few days. The boat we were staying on in the bay had no air conditioning. The heat was over 100 degrees Farenheit and the humidty was unrelenting.
We found ourselves on quite a journey. We had traveled 36+ hours to Vietnam, stepped off the plane and literally sped straight to the orphanage to hold our Little Man for the first time.
There was a lot of trauma and post-institutionalized behaviors that became evident as our first night together unfolded. We felt lost and overwhelmed, but still full of joy and grateful for our new blessing.
We became parents for the first time as we traveled across Vietnam, soaking in as much of the people and culture as we could.
I love this photo–a quiet, happy moment shared between a new mother and her son during a time of complete chaos and unknowns. If only I had known the many destinations that would manifest from this single journey.
Our journey to parenthood opened a lot of new doors for us. One door was the opportunity to become an advocate and a voice for the voiceless. I was recently asked what was the first time that I realized I could use my voice for good, and this story crept into the forefront of my mind.
So here I am, on what was seemingly an innocent journey to parenthood that has turned into so much more.
Stay with me, I have some exciting new things to share in the near future!
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber