May 12, 2016, marked a pivotal moment. In a stark Juvenile Courtroom, I faced the possibility of losing my son, whom I had adopted from Russia six years prior. This challenging day was a stark contrast to the cold, lifeless Baby Home where our journey began. It was a critical point that questioned my faith and beliefs but also ignited a determination for a better path.
Our Moscow experience in February 2010 was more than just braving the bone-chilling cold; it was about bringing our two-year-old daughter and three-year-old son into our lives. Despite their developmental delays and the emotional scars from their time in a bleak orphanage, we believed our faith and love would overcome all obstacles.
We were initially unaware of the complex nature of childhood trauma. Our preparation classes didn’t fully equip us for the challenges ahead:
We discovered that conventional approaches, including those designed for children on the autism spectrum, were inadequate for our children’s unique needs.
A pivotal question from the judge in 2016 sparked my resolve to fight for my son. Our journey since has involved: