Mama Bear roars!

You see this sweet face? No...not the one gazing lovingly at his mommy. The other one. That's my sister. Yes, she is very sweet too, until you mess with someone she loves.

She cut me off before I could finish telling her my story of woe. She instructed me to put down the phone with her, call social services and open up a can of you-know-what. Forget about all of this spiritual, patience, nicey nice stuff.

I didn't realize that I needed this kick in the pants until I followed her instructions. I've had not only 1, but 2 conversations with 2 different social workers in the last 30 minutes. They are very clear that Mama Fox is ready for a cub. I've been assured that our case is the next to process on the list.

Thanks sis!

changed my mind

I thought I could hold out from writing on this blog until little Foxie arrives. I just have a little something on my mind. This waiting period is challenging to manage.

I've noticed on a few other blogs about adoption that there is a lot of journaling about the decision to adopt and then about the process ~ but then there are these long chunks of time missing before you see beautiful stories of child placements. I get it now. It's a very vulnerable place to be in to know that you have very little control of this time period.

Our social worker cancelled our final acceptance meeting this week due to a new boss' inefficiency. On one hand I want to scream and ask him if he realizes how many families he's effecting?? On the other hand I have no doubt that it's just not our time right now. I have complete faith that our child will show up when he/she is meant to. It's just a little tough in this American culture of instant gratification. I have this sense of expecting my child sooner than later because she/he will be "store-bought" compared to the relatively known expectations of the 9 month process of "home-baked." I love that one--I borrowed that concept from a pediatric nurse who has one of each.

Ok, I'm feeling better by the moment. Feel free to shower me with reminders to have a sense of humor and of course the sense of surrender.