PK and the Gang

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Po Polsku


A closeup of the Polish Eagle - my favorite national symbol

A closeup of the Polish Eagle – my favorite national symbol

At some point in the future, likely over a year from now, Becky and I will be making a few trips to Poland. A Polish adoption requires two trips usually – one which will last about a week and another which lasts around a month and a half. While more and more people in Poland speak English, I know we won’t be able to rely on random English speakers the entire time. Becky has a bit of a leg up on me. She speaks German (which is helpful in some areas of Poland) and her grandmother was Polish and so she grew up speaking a little bit of po polksu (Polish) – though how to say butt, dirt and the heel of bread won’t get us too far. So guess who’s learning Polish?

I love learning languages, always have. In elementary and middle school, I studied Spanish. An amazing teacher in high school had me switch to Latin. My religion major in college switched me over to Koine Greek for biblical studies. Unfortunately, none of it is any help in studying Polish.

In languages, Polish is a difficult challenge. It has many different tenses; even verbs can change forms depending on the gender of the speaker. My language background has never come close, though, to Slavic languages. Forget tenses, verbs, even a few new letters – my mouth does not naturally wrap around the Polish sound. Some say that German sounds angry. Polish can sound like Eeyore talking backwards – at least to a newcomer’s ears. Still, the more I work at it, my brain can tap into the very small amount of Slavic heritage that I have (apparently I’m descended from a Ukrainian saint) and I am retaining and learning albeit very slowly.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m of no delusion that I will ever be fluent. I just want to be able to feed myself, find a bathroom and understand why PK is having a meltdown. You know, the basics. How am I coming in that journey? I can say that I’d like something to drink (Chciałbym czegoś napić) and know how to say water, coffee, and beer. I think I’m on the right track.



Just who is PK anyway?

So, if we’re going to be spending some time together, I suppose we should make introductions. I’m assuming if you’re here this early in the game, you already know us but if you’d like to meet the gang, you can click on the “Meet the Gang” link at the top of the page. We’re mostly harmless.

My wife, Becky, and I are setting out on an amazing journey that we’re both excited about. We both believe that we’ve been called to adopt and that our child is waiting for us in Poland. We know, Poland isn’t on the top 10 list of international adoptive countries but Becky has Polish heritage so there will be a cultural connection. Poland also has a wonderfully stable program. No adoption program ever runs completely smoothly and we know that we’re bound to run into a hiccup or forty along the way, but we know that God will get us through.

The question remains, though, who is PK? PK is our nickname for our kid. It’s short for Polish Kid. We don’t want to specify if we want a boy or a girl and we want to keep at least some form of their birth name since our child will be over a year old when we bring them home. We still, however, want to have something to call our kid when we chat and daydream and PK just sort of evolved.

We’re not quite up to the amount that we need to kick this journey off but we’ve been amazed at how, in a short amount of time, our friends and family have blessed us. We’re hoping that by the end of the year or early in January we’re able to take off. Whether you support us emotionally or financially or just read along on the blog, we’re so grateful and pleased to have you on the journey with us.

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