There are days and times when the realization I could be a parent completely freaks me out.
This week, that wave of panic hit when I was at home with a bothersome cold. In the hours I wasn’t rendered unconscious by sheer exhaustion, I watched movies. My mom visited for a few hours, providing her usual comfort that is without a doubt the best cure. Seriously, just the feel of her cool hand across my forehead puts me at ease, but I digress.
In between my mother’s comforts and clips of Julie and Julia, it dawned on me that life with two children would make it a lot harder to get as much rest. My pulse elevated.
Today at the gym I wondered how getting a workout in with children would, well, for lack of better word, work. Then I saw family after family walk in, parents would deposit their kids into the day care to run to their yoga or spin class. Then I calmed down sensing it could be done. I relaxed as I paused to take a drink of water and my thought continued…assuming our children’s needs aren’t so extreme they can’t be left in a daycare, and then my panic climbed back up a few notches.
Yet, I push the fear away and welcome these sacrifices, or at least try to, which brings me to the update for this time. We are still on a waiting list, we are being considered for 3 pairs of siblings and one individual girl. Including:
Tyler and Felicia and Kerri: http://www.mnadopt.org/meetthekids.html
We are just one among many who are being considered for these children so the analogy is more like getting a job than a house now. We wait anxiously for someone we don't know to call us for an interview wondering how our resume stacks up among the competitors.
