I've tried for nearly a year to do everything I could think of to get a Russian family to adopt her. I have been in several different Russian articles, contacted organizations, and plead to individuals to no avail. Suddenly, in the last few weeks, doors have been opened to me that hadn't been before. I was able to reach people and peak an interest in helping this child that hadn't been there on previous attempts. The last blog post I did highlighted a few of the doors that were opened.
In addition, a reputable Russian reporter had contacted me and was eager to write a report about Dasha and her need for a family. In responding to the reporter on Tuesday afternoon, I clicked on the cute video link to share it with her. To my surprise, the link was no longer active. I quickly got on the Russian database, and Dasha was no longer there! I had a surge of adrenaline and honestly panicked. What had happened to her!?!? I emailed a few contacts, absolutely frantic to find out. Had she been adopted!? Had she passed away!? Had her birth parents come to get her!? I had to know, and I had to know NOW!!
The sweet friends I've made through this journey, both American and Russian, were quick to comfort me. I learned within a few hours that Dasha HAD INDEED BEEN ADOPTED BY A RUSSIAN FAMILY!!!!! It's impossible to put into words how this made me feel. Elation? Absolutely. It's the result I'd been praying for for nearly a year. Relief? Of course! This child I love as my own would not have to spend a single day in a mental institution. Not a single day. Thankful? Without a doubt! It is a very rare thing, unfortunately, for Russians to adopt kids with such "severe" disabilities. I am beyond thankful the the child I love so dearly was chosen. Fear? Yes. I don't know the family. I have no idea what their motives are or what kind of people they are. Devastation? That too. There's always a piece of your heart in situations like this that keeps hope alive. Without hope, there is only sorrow and despair. Of course a part of my heart always hoped that somehow, someday Dasha would be allowed to come home to us and legally be part of our family. My mind knew it was highly unlikely, but my heart kept hope alive. That part of my heart now feels a great emptiness and loss.
Though my Russian friends are working to get me more information (they're trying to get my contact info to the family), it's slow going. There has been no real word of who the family is. There is rumor that they read the last article written by Julia and adopted her. This hasn't been confirmed, and they would have had to move really quickly to make that a possibility. They would have had to already be certified (like a current foster family). This isn't out of the realm of possibility, as when the Ministry of Education was contacted a few days prior, they gave the link of the cute video to my friend and never mentioned that anyone was interested in adopting her.
Though I don't know all the details, I know that I'm happy and at peace. I cried more than a few tears knowing she was lost to me forever. I feel a real and deep sense of loss. More powerful than the loss, though, is my love for her. This is absolutely what's best for her. Waiting on us for a "someday maybe" is not what's best for her. Being in a family, far away from the loneliness of orphan life, is what's best for her. This all went down last week, and I smile every time I think about Dasha being in a family right at this moment. She is no longer an orphan, and I have to say that every single tear shed and heartache felt was worth it 100% if it means that this beautiful, beloved child was saved from a horrible fate. The future is bright, my friends. Very bright indeed. God is not dead; He is still a God of miracles. Every person is important to Him, and He has a plan. Evil cannot conquer. Love will eventually win every time. A family for Dasha Meg has been the ultimate miracle all along, and that miracle has happened. Through the pain and the tears, the heartache, the fear, and the doubt, God was always in charge. A Miracle for Meg, the title of the blog for goodness sake, has happened. A true modern day miracle. Life is complicated and messy, but life is also beautiful and satisfying. Tonight, I rest in the beauty and power of love and miracles.