I turned in my adoption application the first full week in January. I’ve thought about this day every day since I dropped it in the mail. Some people wait years for this day.
I waited, officially, just 34 weeks. Just six weeks shy of a full term biological baby. Today turned out to be my Match Day. I guess that makes me the proud new mom of a “preemie” 12 year old!
Hope (The kid formerly known as Hope Kid) is a girl!
Her social worker informed my agency today that this was a match, and then it was up to me. I already knew it was a match. I cried all through the phone call, and a sense of euphoria swept over me. It was such an awesome moment. I swear the news made me high.
I celebrated like I celebrated defending my dissertation proposal, just 49 days ago: I got 2 slices of pizza, a large cannoli and some bubbly from Whole Foods. Can you do that right after delivery? I don’t know, probably not the bubbly.
Oh, don’t get it twisted, I love a good highbrow celebration, but when I’m celebrating something alone, privately and savoring the moment, pizza, dessert and bubbly are my go-to party yum-yums. Match Day is beyond sweet.
A mere two weeks after starting this blog, the next chapter begins. Oh, I’m not under any disillusion. This is a visual depiction of what I’m feeling.
I’m on the first drop of an amazing roller coaster. I don’t know whether to hold on to the rails or raise my hands high. I’m screaming with fear and giggling with glee. I see twists and turns ahead that scare the sh*t out of me, and yet I’m looking forward to every gut-wrenching, puke-inducing, teary eyed moment of it. Who knows, I might even want to ride this particular ride again someday.
Next week we start developing a meet and greet and transition plan. This weekend I’m visiting the newly minted grandparents (my folks). We’ll be poring over decorating magazines, filming videos and picking out pictures for my life book that I will send her in the coming weeks.
Today was a very good day.
August 30th, 2013 at 3:31 pm
Adopted parents are virtuous by nature. They exhibit a genuine sense of compassion and a natural love of others. Adopted parents have the habit of goodness. They possess a common grace and willingly achieve results through human effort with the knowledge that virtue is its own reward.
“Tutti amano i biscotti!” The heart of a home is in the kitchen and one of the best ways to provide a genuinely warm welcome to children who are ‘orphaned, fostered and adopted’ into a new home is to stimulate their olfactory senses and tastebuds with fresh cookies.
August 31st, 2013 at 9:31 am
This is amazing news and thanks for sharing your journey with all of us! Inspiring!! I can’t wait to hear more about Hope!
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:42 pm
LOL, *I* can’t wait to hear more about Hope either! 🙂 Looking forward to sharing more of this journey.
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:36 pm
Congrats!!!!!!!!!!! There’s nothing quite like the feeling this day brings. So excited for you, but I’m glad you’re not under the delusion that it’s a fairy tale from here on.
September 3rd, 2013 at 9:41 pm
Thanks so much. No delusions here. Besides every good story worth telling has rough patches and spots. But I think I’ll endure!
January 8th, 2014 at 7:02 am
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