Welcome to my less than perfect life!

Embracing the imperfections that make my life practically perfect in every way.

Monday, November 11, 2013

On Love

Last week on Tuesday, I went to work.  The day was normal, some parts good, some parts harder.  It might have been rainy or sunny, warm or cold.  A regular day.  Until...

We got, as they say in the adoption world, THE CALL.  A mother read our profile and wanted to meet us the next day.  I frantically scribbled down details about the birth mother, her situation, where we would meet.  I texted The Mister and told him we had a meeting the next day.  I went back to work.

Just like that, after 10 months of silence, we had a meeting.  As it turns out, she cancelled that first meeting.  It didn't worry me; I could only image being in her shoes and trying to work up the courage for this meeting.  Hell, it was hard for US to work up the courage.  But we rescheduled for just a couple of days later.

And then, there she was.  The woman who will change our lives forever.  She came to the table with a plate spilling over with burdens.  She smiled sweetly and shared openly and captured our hearts.  The hearts they tell you to guard because of that "what if" that lingers behind every adoption match.  The hearts that have no idea how to jump in and hold back all at once.

 And so, for us, we will err on the side of love.  We know how to love.  We want to love this woman and her child and our child as well.  And if it turns out that we spend this love on someone who keeps her baby, well, then it will still have been love well spent.  We know how to hurt, we know how to heal.  We can do that later if we need to.  For now, we love.

A baby girl, due January 7th, is in that worried mama's belly right now.  With lots of love and lots of luck, we will bring her home early next year and she, and her birth mother, will help make our family complete.  What's not to love about that?

Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Runaway Mommy

Once there was a mommy who wanted to have a comfortable night's sleep.  So she trained her child to sleep in her own bed - from birth - and went to sleep in her own big, comfy bed.
"If you go to sleep in your own bed," said her daughter, "I will climb in with you in the middle of the night, for you are my warm, snuggly mother."

"If you climb in with me," said the mother, "I push you toward the center of the bed so we will both have room to sleep."
"If you push me toward the center, I will become a yo-yo and bounce immediately back to crowd you to the edge of the bed," said the child.

"If you become a yo-yo," said the mother, "I will push and shove until I have at least a few inches clearance on the side of the bed."
"If you push and shove, I will employ the cat and the dog to come entangle themselves with us and bind your feet so that you cannot move any further," said the child.

"If you employ the pets," said the mother, "I will carry you back to your own bed and return to my own after you are snuggled in."
"If you return to your own bed," said the daughter, "I will become a boomerang and fly back to your side and cause you to twist your back into a pretzel shape to accommodate me."

"If you become a boomerang," said the mother, "I will slip off the side of the bed and go to the couch and sleep alone."
"If you go to the couch and sleep alone," said the daughter, " I will wake up and follow you an hour later and curl up by your feet on the couch."

"If you follow me to the couch," said the mother, "I will carry you back up to bed and I will give up sleep and decide to get up early and read in the quiet."
"If you decide to get up early and read in the silence," said the daughter, "then I will wake up and demand breakfast and a cartoon and a story and all of the attention in the world."

"Shuck," said the mommy, "I might as well just stay in bed twisted into an uncomfortable pretzel shape and try not to rock the boat.
And so she did.