Waiting...

I don't know many people who would consider themselves patient. Or at least people who would use that word to describe themselves if asked. But I do know that I am very impatient, I'm one of the most impatient people I know. If I want something right now, I mean I want it yesterday. There have been many discussions between Ben and I about dishwashing (who leaves dishes just sitting in the sink for pete's sake?) and the making of the bed (needs to get done every morning, thank you). But never before has a wait actually been excruciating.

We received our referral for TK Smalls on March 23rd. About a week after that, we accepted the referral after consulting with a doctor who specializes in working with international adoptees, although after taking one look at his picture we were pretty much hooked. Since then, we have been waiting for our court date. For the uninitiated this is the day our case is presented in Ethiopian court and you either pass and your child officially becomes your child or you don't pass and you get another court date assigned. (It seems like such an anticlimactic process for a decision that has so much weight behind it.)

Our court date was June 11th. We did not pass. The Ministry of Women's Affairs, the government organization that oversees adoptions in Ethiopia, did not have the letter of support prepared in time. Our next court date is June 29th.

In the endless stretching span of time, I realize that March 23rd to June 29th is infinitesimal. I know this. Seriously, I do. But when you are waiting to travel to a country you have been falling in love with to pick up a child that you hope to love more than ANYTHING YOU HAVE EVER LOVED BEFORE that span of time might as well be forever because that is what it feels like. (Unhelpful things to say at this point would include: “Everything happens for a reason!” “All in due time…” “It will happen before you know it and then you’ll be wondering where all your free time went!” People, please.)

I debated whether to even start up this blog again. Since it was just a place for me to post my musings on my trip to Haiti, it kind of started and ended organically. I did think about an adoption blog but how cliché is that? Many blogs out there are written way more eloquently and succinctly than I could ever hope for this rambling, babbling mess.

BUT…

Here I am. And here you are. So there.