We've hit the half-way mark.
Isaac has an airplane ticket to Moscow and a ticket home for Christmas. He has international medical insurance, extra dance clothes, contacts within the school and a ride from the airport to the school. The medical tests are all done and the visa application is in process. The biggest milestone this week was our reaching the half-way mark for tuition, room and board. He is officially headed here:
He does not have a ticket back to Russia in January, boots, a better laptop for communication with home, lots of incidentals like an outlet converter, filtered water bottles, and medicine for every unknown cough or cold he might encounter in Russia. He doesn't have his paperwork all translated into Russian and certified. He does not have money for the second half of tuition, room and board.
This is wearing me out physically and mentally. I'm on completely unfamiliar ground and am so uncomfortable. I am in contact with some parents and students from previous years who have helped me a great deal and given good advice. (I think one mother was trying to scare us out of going, but another, while sharing the concerns of the first, expressed gratitude and joy that her child was able to experience something so life-changing.) Part of the time I am so busy running to and fro getting things ready and want to sit and breath for a few minutes. Another part of the time, I am trying to maintain family life and not neglect my other five children and my good spouse. The rest of the time, I am crying.
I don't want him to go! I have enjoyed having him home the last two months SO MUCH. I like him and miss him when he is gone. His siblings adore him and miss him when he is gone as well--especially when he has to miss birthdays. This time, he will not only be gone, he will be on the other side of the world. He will be in a foreign land speaking a language he doesn't know. He won't be living with friends, he will be living in a boarding school. I know he is going where Heavenly Father wants him to be and I know that he will be protected in his journey, but that doesn't mean it won't be hard. It doesn't mean that there won't be sleepless nights or worried mother moments.
Isaac has been given this gift, this talent, this love, for a reason. Many reasons, I'm sure. I am 36 years old and am just now beginning to see why we were directed to head down some of the paths we chose 15 years ago as newly-weds. Heavenly Father has a great plan for this young man and, though I feel a bit like Hannah, I know that Isaac is His son, first and foremost.
The boy leaves on October 12th and we need to raise over $12,000. Pray for us, my friends. We need all the help we can get!