The lady who did our paperwork for the upcoming adoption Kevin is involved in gave us a call last night. She told us of a family needing some respite (and most likely a rehoming of an adopted child) for their 8-year-old son, who was adopted 8 months ago. From Hungary. (Since then we found out the child was adopted 14 months ago by the American family and the family has been in Israel for 8 months.) Apparently the child has regressed a lot since his adoption, he is not willing to talk to his family, would not say a word in Hebrew and is aggressive towards the mother. He had a hard time bonding with his 12 siblings and attachment towards the parents. He came from a group home with 9 children, and it appears his need for individual attention could be met even less with the larger child:adult ratio than in the home. I guess it does happen.
We agreed to three weeks of respite and will take it from there. Dissolution of an adoption is more complicated legally here. Anyway, the parents and the social services lady came buy today to drop the child off. The mother had only one remark, "I didn't realize these people were Jewish!" From there things went a little easier. P. has settled in with my boys, and he is talking up a storm with them in a mix of Hungarian, English and Hebrew. Turns out he prefers to be called P rather than H, the name his adoptive family gave him. So we call him that.
He currently attends school at the town where his family reside, so we will have to tweak our schedules to fit in the 40-minute drives each way for now.