While social worker is in Germany, we are forced to put our adoption dreams on hold forcing a a thought into my head: If getting these kids into good homes was so important, why would the process have to take so long?
To be fair, I don't expect social workers to skip vacations, but it's too bad there wasn't a way for a coworker to help out in the interim.
While I wait, my anxiety over the great unknown facing us builds. I want to start building a library for my future children. I'd like to start looking at furniture but it's kind of hard when you don't know if you're looking for a crib versus a toddler bed or bunk beds. Being a planner both professionally and neurotically makes the wondering more than frustrating and when it reaches boiling point, I just take a deep breath.
Right now, there are 65 kids on the Minnesota Waiting Children List. I can't wait to meet the one or two who will be mine. In fact, several people's suggestion we consider adopting a Hatian baby has made us think. Tonight over Chinese food we discussed it, and we both agreed we feel too invested in helping a child here to consider adopting from abroad--even if abroad meant a baby.
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