Thursday, February 16, 2012

35 - The one I didn't want to write


35 months was the post I didn’t want to write.  If you follow this blog with any regularity, you might note that our months are marked on the fourth of each month.  I’m only 12 days late this month. 

I could say it was because I wasn’t home to sit down and write the weekend of February 4th.  I could say it was because I got very busy with work and just didn’t have the time to sit down and write.  Both are true, but I could have gotten around them if I really wanted to.  The truth is – I just didn’t want to mark this milestone because I had hoped we would never have reached it.  At this point, I guess we’ll be hitting the three-year mark, too.

So, it is what it is.  Like I said, I’m very busy with work these days, so that has been helping me to keep my mind off the wait – while I’m working, anyway.  When I don’t have to work (you know, all those other times – cleaning litter boxes, cooking dinner, taking a shower…) it’s pretty much all I can think about.  I guess I need a new hobby!

Little one…I know you’re out there!  It’s just a matter of time.

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Psychology of a Long Wait


I am beginning this post in an attempt to explore, discover, and possibly rationalize why I have been so cranky and volatile during our wait for a referral.

To be clear, I understand fully that there are families who have been waiting for referrals just as long as we have, and some families have been waiting even longer at this point.  I understand that we wait our turn and things will eventually click into place.

In three weeks I will have been chasing the goal of motherhood via adoption for nine years.  I’m starting to consider all of the things I’ve sacrificed in the pursuit of the one thing I wanted more than anything else.  Was it worth it?  After nine years, I guess not.  The thing is, I always truly believed motherhood was just around the corner.  By the next Christmas, surely.

After being ICAB approved, I thought we were locked into a final countdown to the long-awaited day.  Starting at 18 months after approval, we started telling people who asked, “It could be at any time now.  They’re telling us 18 to 24 months.”  24 months rolled around and we were still saying, “It could be any time now.  They’re saying 24 to 36 months.”  So it would appear that a good deal of frustration would stem from living with the unknown for so many years, deluding myself into believing that then would be soon for so long – and always being wrong.

My personal theory is that timeframes are going to increase again, even though that is not the current word from ICAB.  The update from our agency last week was that there are still families from 2008 being matched, and most of the families from the first half of 2009 who are being matched now are Filipino families or non-Filipino families open to older children, siblings, or children with various health needs.  While we are waiting for a child between 3 and 9 years old, we are also at 34 months.  My feeling is that not only is our wait will be over three years.  That is confusing for us and for people who care about us.  It’s exhausting to have to explain to people who keep asking why there’s still no sign of a referral.

We seem to have a bad habit of jumping into things at just the wrong time.  By the time we were ready to sell our house after a year of discussion, we jumped in at just the time the marked crashed and couldn’t sell.  We waited a year in the Vietnam program; never realizing the Philippines was a viable option for us.  Had we not waited that year and jumped right in, we wouldn’t be in this mess of a wait.

So ultimately, where does my frustration come from?  Not from a program finding homes for children in the best way possible.  No, my frustration is with myself – for allowing the one thing I wanted above all else to occupy my mind and heart, sacrificing my ability to simply be – to live, love and enjoy life outside of pursuing motherhood.  I have taken a job working from home to be with my child when s/he comes.  What if that does not come to pass, I wonder?  Have I created this lonely of an existence for nothing?  And if this one dream of mine does not come true, who am I – or who will I be as an individual?  

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

34 months - Anything's Possible!


It’s a new month.  It’s a new year.  It’s a fresh start.

Anything’s possible!

Who knows what awaits us in 2012?  I’m pretty sure this will be OUR YEAR, though.

Like I said…

Anything’s possible!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

For Better or Worse...9 Years Later


It was a Christmas wedding, nine years ago today.  There was just enough snow on the ground from a storm two days prior to make the pictures pretty, but nothing on the roads to interfere with travel.  There were poinsettias and candles, a Christmas tree and a roaring fireplace.  Everything was white and green and red and perfect.   We could not have asked for a more beautiful or a more perfect wedding.
 December 7, 2002
 
For better or worse, in sickness and in health, ‘till death do us part.

“For better” and “in health” lasted almost exactly two months, when the “in sickness” and “for worse” decided to take over for a few years – first me, then Gregg.  I can’t begin to tell you how many people asked us why we stayed married with all the suffering.  They knew other couples who had been through similar things and just got the divorce.  It was so much easier to not handle the other person’s problems.

For better or worse, in sickness and in health, ‘till death do us part.
 Renewing our vows for our 5th anniversary

We both got better.  “For better” and “in health” have won out over “for worse” and “in sickness” over the past few years, but that took a lot of work on our part.  Gregg is an amazing person and wonderful husband who I hope one day will get to be a terrific father.   We have made it together to this point because of our love and commitment to each other.  He never ceases to amaze me – whether he’s teaching the smallest kid on the baseball team how to play catcher or scaring the daylights out of the teenagers at the local haunted house for Halloween. 

Yes, we had the perfect wedding.  I like to think so, anyway.  And during that perfect wedding, an imperfect woman married an imperfect man to produce a marriage that, while imperfect, is filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a beautiful future.