The Big Wait. The Paper Pregnant with no deadline. No timeline. Just hope. Lots of it.
Hope and an awareness that in the background to our story unfolding, others are happening.
One with social workers, acting on our behalf to make sure that our profile is out there for prospective matches.
One with social workers wanting to see children permanently placed with the right families for them.
Reams of paperwork we completed on file being accessed as is needed to confirm and explore possibilities.
A child, whose story we don’t know yet, having to cope with hard goodbyes and temporary hellos until we have the privilege of parenting him.
A birth mom, who may or may not still be around this child – I have no idea of her story but she is an important part of ours, not just as the birth mom of our small but as our family grows in the years ahead.
Our community anticipating with us, praying with us, holding open hearts and dreams with us.
Our community blessing us with practical gifts.
Blessing us with a celebration and gathering of family and friends to welcome us to first time parenthood together with a shower and a braai – my guy is an important part of this all.
Our community getting frustrated for us in the wait – more than us most days!
Our community embracing our process and while not seeing my belly grow, are making space anyway in our worlds for our future child.
Us talking about the things we are excited about and the things we are nervous about.
Us dreaming what we would like the new rhythm in our family to be like.
Us talking about working mom, part time working mom or full time mommy space for a season.
Us talking to our families and friends about our feelings in this process.
Us accompanied by my sister in law to an adoption conference (in which she became an us as she pressed in to aspects of adoption)
Me waking up and thinking about what and how to arrange the second room.
Me reflecting on the professional things my brain knows and needing to work these through with a professional of my own in anticipation.
Me remembering the fear & grief of losing pregnancies and knowing that this is a definite thing.
Me recognising that I am not going to have all the answers and get this right every time and that showing up consistently to try and figure things out is what matters.
Walking this journey is teaching me more about faith – we hope for things that we do not yet see to quote Hebrews 11:1. It’s confidence of what is coming. It’s assurance of what I don’t see. It’s the conviction of knowing this and preparing to do the things that need doing.