It’s Thursday…this week isn’t even over and I have been specially blessed TWICE! Some weeks are normal, boring even…some weeks I see and feel heartache and sadness, but this week – this week is great!
First, my cousin Matt and his lovely fiance safely had their second little boy delivered by C-Section at 9 pds and 15 ounces! I know – a big boy! James Gordon and I met on Tuesday and snuggled for well over an hour. His newness and sweetness radiating off of him and of course putting him down left an aching that I never fully recover from. I know that having a newborn is not a part of my journey – but sometimes, when I let me weaknesses role in, sometimes it still bites.
Second – and this is MY good news – I am ADOPT READY in Ontario, meaning my ministry has put the stamp on my home study and once my dossier is complete I can submit my final documents to my adoption agency for translation. My first meeting with my practitioner was all the way back in January and now – 10 months later, I am adopt ready! I know I still have a year or more of waiting for referral, but this crucial step is complete. I can breathe a sigh of relief. My government is not standing in the way between my child having a mother.
Thank you God.
When I see friends whom I haven’t talked to in awhile, the standard first question is “how was your summer?” I don’t have much to say other than – “alright”. I went to the cottage, spent time with friends and family and waited. Waited for reports to be finished and most recently (since the beginning of August) waited to be approved as ADOPT READY. This has been another really long wait. I know being a mom will require patience and understanding, but testing me through long wait periods of documents being signed and approved isn’t really helping me!
Once I am ADOPT READY, I can submit my dossier to my agency, have everything translated, give them a kidney and possibly a lung to cover the costs and THEN finally have my documents sent to HAITI. Sadly, this is when the longest wait will be. I will possibly wait a year or more to be matched with a child. A year or more of my baby growing up in the Creche (Orphanage). A year or more of possible Hurricanes destroying his/her land. A year or more of them not knowing who their mother is. Not knowing how needed and loved and wanted they are.
The wait is painful. The only thing that makes is bearable is knowing that my child is there waiting for me too. They need me to be patient. They need me to relax and be calm and have my ducks in a line. They need me to be healthy. They need me to have my finances all in order. They need me. For them I will wait. For them, and only them, I will take a breath today and accept that waiting is part of the process. I will suffer through more seasons – fall, winter, spring and summer – with the faith that when everything is right and the stars have aligned – my turn will come. I will get to be a mommy. For now I will read the blogs, I will chime in on the numerous Facebook groups dedicated to adoption and I will wait.