One of the things that you *must* have to be an adoptive parent is patience.
For us, it was waiting for our classes to start. Then we had to wait for them to end. Then, we had to wait for the state to process our papework and approve us. Then we waited for a call (although, I can’t say that it was much of a wait). The next wait was one of the hardest. We waited for our boys to finally be moved to our home.
Then, the wait became harder. When you start the wait, you haven’t given up your heart. When you start waiting on court dates, when you start waiting on “forever”, the wait changes. Once the notion of adoption was in mind, my heart would break a little with each set back.
One of the craziest decisions of this whole family building process, was the decision to foster again. Once we’d been foster parents and found out what that really meant, we still decided that we’d still do it again.
Right now, we’re at the end of the wait. We have done the challenging stuff. Little V is already legally free for adoption. Now we just wait. I spoke with our lawyer and his caseworker this week. Neither had news for us. So, the wait continues. What really stinks about all of this waiting is that I don’t have any control over any of it!
If you have patience to spare, please send it my way.