For the past 3 weeks I have struggled to sit down and focus on writing a blog for someone on practical attachment strategies. I am excited about this field. I am passionate about this field. Yet, I struggled.
It was only when journaling that I realised I didn’t want to be writing this for people, I wanted to be doing this with our own child.
A friend asked me recently how the wait was going.
I told her it was getting longer.
I had said that some mornings I wake up and think ‘it’s one day closer to THE day’, but my heart is wanting to start counting hours and not the days anymore.
The nappies are waiting for a body to be wrapped around.
The bottles are waiting to be used.
Our community is waiting for an excited & (I am anticipating!) overwhelmed, this is it message.
We are sitting with an increased awareness of the absence of the next person who is going to be a part of our family.
‘Your heart is enlarging and it’s a stretch and it’s a sweet pain’ was her response.
I want to stamp my feet and ask how long will this continue.
Me – the planner, who for the last 5 years had been able to vision for the year ahead – even if the details weren’t fully known, there was some sense of this is where I was headed.
Now, we know that we will be parents to a small person.
We just have no concrete timelines.
Yesterday, a friend said to me you are in a long labour.
It’s not just about being pregnant anymore.
It’s about waiting to see that face for the first time.
It’s about meeting this small person who we are going to be honoured to parent.
I sighed a deep breath out.
Our hearts are enlarging.
Our hearts are enlarging and as much as we are relishing the late lie-ins and the spontaneous meals in the park, or walks, or doing what we feel like when we feel like, there is an increasing awareness that someone is not with us.
Our hearts are enlarging and we appreciate the well-meant ‘enjoy the season’, ‘make the most of each other’ and all the other comments, but I am struggling with the challenge in this season without any fixed timelines.
There is a real tension of being fully aware of the joy in the present (and there is much!) but the longing for what we are waiting for too.
Sometimes this longing is painful.
I knew that this would be a waiting thing. I don’t enjoy waiting things generally. I am someone who gets up and makes things happen.
And in this I can’t.
I can pray.
I can cry when it gets too much.
It helps – I guess like it has for many mothers whose pregnancies or labours have felt indefinite at times!
I can share this with safe people.
I can respond with ease when people ask how the wait is going. It was liberating this past week to say to a friend who is on her own adoption journey, that the ‘enjoy just the two of you’ are getting frustrating. We really do enjoy just the two of us, but we are ready for it to be three of us too.
We have been dreaming of parenting through adoption since before we got married.
In December we decided to start our process in the first part of this year.
In April we had our first adoption screening interview.
Our hearts are being enlarged.
[p.s. I finally did finish the other blog – Head over to the heartmamablog.co.za for more info :)]