Found out this week we were not chosen by the birth mom in Nebraska.
Sometimes I wonder if I should blog about these things, but I think it makes me feel better; in some way, knowing there are others out there that have gone through the same thing.
I was looking last night at the website of kids awating adoption in foster care. Most are older kids – older than we have been married – which would seem a little strange. Looking at their biographies and looking at their pictures, I kept thinking, “Wow, they’re waiting, too.” I had a weird feeling, and the only way I can describe it is looking through a “Alice in Wonderland” type looking glass. There are these children, sitting and waiting, dreaming about their parents, wondering when their parents are going to come get them. And I am sitting here waiting, feeling down, looking at my computer, wondering and waiting when our child is going to be given to us. We’re all feeling lost and scared, not sure when this is going to be over, not sure when or how the rest of the family is going to show up.
And then, in the middle of all this, I was thinking “wow, There are a lot of kids on this website that need homes.” I mean, this is only the state of Kansas, but I probably scrolled through 50 kids awaiting adoption, and that wasn’t even 1/3 of the number available on the site. Kids who are up for adoption due to difficult circumstances. Kids who have been through a lot. Kids who are waiting, wondering, hoping.
It made me realize that though this is difficult, we must keep plugging and keep going no matter how much it hurts. Though we may not adopt an older child right now, that is a possibility for the future. There are orphans out there waiting for homes, waiting for parents, that aren’t in control of even a little of their circumstances. Even though I get mad and feel like I’m waiting forever, there are lots of great kids waiting even longer in foster care for their parents. That is who I’m doing this for – I feel like my children are waiting on a website somewhere for me to cross through the looking glass, and I am waiting on the other side. We know the other is out there, but we can’t see them yet, we have our faces and our palms pressed against the glass, fogging it up, waiting for a glimpse or a shimmer of hope that someday we’ll be able to see through it.