I admit I picked up this book as it was "about" international adoption from Russia.
On one of my return flights from Moscow around 1998, I was seated near a middle-aged Jewish woman from Florida who had just adopted two Russian girls, aged 8 and 9, I think. She was actually having a nervous breakdown from what she had been through, so I tried to help her out with the two girls. I had been teaching in Russian schools and spoke some of the language.
I asked if she had received counseling about adopting from Russia but I got the impression that she felt she was on her own. I think her husband was a lawyer and unable to make the trip with her. Most likely this was her second or third time in Russia but must have been traumatic in some way.
Anyway, the girls were plenty nervous, going with a strange, excitable lady into an unknown future. One girl went to the toilet and panicked that she was locked in. The Russian stewardess was able to rescue her. I tried to engage the girls with some reassuring banter while their "mom" detached for the 6-hour flight to New York.
When we landed at JFK, I offered to help her take the girls to the toilet. They had a connecting flight to Florida, but before we separated, the woman implored me to take the girls, claiming I was much better at dealing with them. I was shocked but asked her for her phone number and said I would call her in a year; I was confident the two elementary-aged adoptees would pick up English quickly, make friends and adapt at school. When I did call, things seemed to be going well, though I'm not sure she really remembered who I was.
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Actually, this book, "The Right Fit" was a light romp of a chick-lit story about a pretty clueless couple who think they want a child and have been unable to conceive one. First, they look at the adoption option and learn they'll need to search internationally. Almost at random, Emma selects Russia and enrolls in a preparation class.
"Would you like to have children?" asked Maura.
"Uhm" I paused... I could just be honest and stop feeling embarrassed and awkward because I couldn't get pregnant. "Yes, I do want children. I want them very much. In fact, James and I have just started the adoption process. We're in the middle of our course."
It felt good to be open about wanting children. I felt relieved.
"Trouble down below, was it?" asked Sonia, pointing to my crotch.
I stared at her in shock... I took a deep breath and counted to ten...
"Isn't adopting a bit of a worry? It's a bit like wearing someone else's clothes, isn't, it? I mean, you don't know who the parents are. They could be drug addicts or murderers, and it could be in the genes, you never know do you," said Maura.
"No, I don't see it like that at all actually. I think it's a wonderful way to have a family. I can't wait to go to Russia to get my baby, I said, plastering a smile on my face.
James and Emma soon find themselves in competition with the "model" highly-prepared adopting couple and facing a hard-nosed counselor, Derva. This leads to lots of humor as Emma easily panics and reveals her insecurities. It seems that James, a football coach, is mostly just going along with the program.
In the final stages of the program, Derva visits Emma and James' best friends to screen them as a couple. Donal, a football (soccer) player tells her, "The bottom line is that they are a great pair. They're mad about each other and they're lovely people. James is a true gentleman and a fantastic friend, and Emma is a great girl too. Any child-- especially from some hole in Russia-- would be lucky to have them as parents."
"That's all very well, Mr. Brady, but it's my responsibility to look after the welfare of each child, and I need to be sure about the Hamiltons..."
"I'm guardian to my fifteen-year-old niece, Annie. My sister died five years ago, and left me in charge of her. And the way I see it is this-- you sink or swim," said Donal, trying not to show his annoyance. "None of us knows what we're doing as parents. You just get on with it, and sometimes you make mistakes and sometimes you get it right. But there is no perfect parent. If you're a decent person, well then hopefully you'll get more right than wrong and the kid will turn out okay."
They do pass the screening and are matched to a 10-month-old Yuri in an orphanage two thousand miles from Moscow. They flew there and stayed with a local Russian family of their interpreter. At the children's home the director picks Yuri up and hands him to Emma, who wraps her arms around the toddler. "I smiled and he broke my heart by smiling back. As I stood there crying and smiling, James, snapping out of his trance, came over. I handed Yuri to him, I wanted them to bond.
"Hey there little fellow," he said as he smiled down at his son. "Welcome to our family."
They spend four days with Yuri but then had to return to the States for at least two weeks for a court date where they officially become Yuri's parents. They will return to Russia, spend a few days there with Yuri, bring him home and complete the adoption. The book ends on a happy note with an extra surprise.