It's been difficult to process all that has been happening in Ukraine, especially the last few days. What would typically be "something bad happening in a far off foreign land" is extremely personal, with people I know and love caught in the middle. Today's plane crash was, by my calculations, about 20 miles from Eli and Isaac's orphanage. So many questions. Are the other kids still there? Did they make it to a camp in Ukraine safely? Were they "escorted" to Russia? If the kids are still at the orphanage, did they see or hear what happened today? What other new horrors are they witnessing?
Of course I'm thankful that my three Ukrainian boys are here and that they are safe. I'm thankful that we don't have imminent plans to return to Ukraine. But...so many buts. Connections to my boys' homeland are strong, not just for them, but for me as their mother. I'm really feeling the effects of this war today.
