When I was at my brother-in-laws wedding, I met a girl whose family was from Uganda. She grew up in the UK and was the elegant girlfriend of one of the groomsmen. She had beautiful brown skin and a graceful demeanor, and I was so drawn to her for the sake of wanting a link to my child. I realize how desperate I am for any thread of connection to our baby. We talked about Kampala and what travelers should know, mostly because it kept me from asking the embarrassing questions that leapt into my mind.
I wanted to ask her whether Ugandans have a certain “look” – to find out whether I was looking into a face similar to that of our son/daughter. (But then I imagined someone telling me that they were adopting from Alabama, and were wondering whether their child would look like me. What a dumb question!) I did tell her she was beautiful, and I think she knew what I was getting at. She said that Eastern Africans are beautiful people, which made me proud of our precious little one whom I have not seen.
What is this love I have for Ugandans? Is this common among those adopting internationally? I didn’t expect to love the entire country. – Especially since I ascribe to Russ Moore’s views about heritage – that this baby’s heritage will be the same as Caroline’s heritage. I long to go there. I can’t tell if it is simply a longing for anything related to my child, or if it represents to me the one area of life where I know I am in God’s will, or if it is truly a draw to the Ugandans as a people.