Here’s the thing about life. It’s full of unknowns. We don’t know when that moment is going to come and change our lives for better or sadly, for worse. The same can be said about adoption. I didn’t know when we’d get the call that would make us parents. The call that first made me a mom came out of the blue on a Saturday; when I wasn’t expecting it at all. Surprise, we have a son!! The day we got the call that would eventually lead to our daughter, started off completely ordinary. I had no idea that call was coming. I’m sure I woke up hoping that would be the day (like I did every day of our wait!) but I had NO idea it was happening.
Going through the adoption process for the 3rd time, I’m well aware that the call can come at any time. But I also know because you get A call, doesn’t mean it will be THE call. Also like life in general, adoption is filled with ups and downs; an emotional roller coaster. This time around is no different. We experienced some highs and some lows. But I know it’s worth it. All babies are.
I convinced myself we’d have a long wait. And I eventually became okay with the idea of waiting for a year or two. Not that I wanted to. But I came to terms that that was a real possibility. I was going to enjoy the two kids we already have and try to live in the present moment.
On a random Tuesday in January, I was vacuuming. Truth be told, I never vacuum. My hubby does. (Yes, I know I’m a super lucky wife!). I’m not even sure what made me pull out the vacuum cleaner that day. Our son’s birth family was coming over that evening, but they’ve been to our home numerous times, so it’s not like I was trying to impress them. While vacuuming, I didn’t hear my phone ring. Once I noticed I had a missed call, I totally assumed it was from my sister. I was wrong. It was the adoption agency. I had a hundred thoughts going through my head. Was there a mom who wanted to meet us? When is the baby due? Boy? Girl? Or was this just some question about our paperwork?
My heart was racing as I returned the call…