




What a day this has been. I'm not even sure where to start.
This morning we took a bus about 1 hour out of the city to see the Terracotta Warriors. Hearing the story of how this archaeological site was found by local farmers digging wells in 1974 is quite amazing. The four farmers, who were very simple men, were instantly catipaulted into fame once the Chinese government realized the enormity of their discovery.
The Terracotta Warriors were created 2,200 years ago to protect the tomb of QuinShihuang, the first Emperor of China. He was also responsible for the construction of the Great Wall of China. A ruthless ruler who was known for his cruelty, he destroyed confucian writings and had their scholars murdered. He also ordered his concubines and slaves killed so they could serve him in the afterlife. Worse yet, he used over 2 million laborers to construct his tomb and wanting to keep it's location a secret, had many of them buried alive. Peasant revolts eventually resulted in the overthrow of the Qin Dynasty and they stormed the tombs where the warriors were, setting fires and smashing the statues.
It's remarkable to see the actual dig sites and 100's of the restored statues. It's also mind boggling to know that this is just a small portion of the actual tombs, which have not all been discovered yet.
It was a very hot day for a 2 and 4 yr. old to be getting history lessons. Clara was much more interested in the bottles of snake wine (see photos) we could have sampled at lunch (I'd like say one of us was brave enough to try it, but sadly, there were no takers at our table) The two of them fell asleep in the car and rested up for the next big adventure, which was meeting the famous Aunt Sandy and the family Lu has known outside his orphanage in China.
I believe the world would be a better place if everyone had a chance to see what what we did today, the heartbreaking tears of orphans who are old enough to see Lu get a family, when they still have not. Of having to say good-bye to yet another child they consider a brother or sister, knowing they'll never see them again. If I did what Sandy did, I'd last a week, max. My heart couldn't take it. There are few people in my life I consider a hero, but Sandy is one of them. She has compassion and love, yet knows pity won't get these kids anywhere. It takes a very unique person to supply these kids with the essential lifelong skills of facing adversity with courage and determination. And she's been at it for over 8 years.
Lu was very excited to see his friends at the Foster Home that Sandy works with. These kids, every single one of them, shines a light as bright as they come. International adoption is not for the faint of heart. The emotional ups and downs are draining and exhausting as you walk this path, experiencing the joys of becoming a parent, all the while forcing yourself to look at the life your child is leaving behind. I think it's absolutely crucial to embrace the whole thing, the good, the bad and the ugly for the sake of your child. Only then can you truely accept who they are. But it does take a toll, that much is certain.
As we were leaving, I wasn't sure that Lu would let me take him from his Aunties, I was worried that he thought we were just bringing him back home and we'd be off, just some nice strangers who happened to show him a good time for a couple days. But when I put my arms out to him, he reached for me. And so it goes, ups and downs, peaks and valleys, losses and gains, all within the span of a day.