Usually my blog is a place where I strive to entertain or at least document my motherhood experiences in hopes that other mamas might be able to relate or commiserate.
Today, though, I'm feeling low and looking for an outlet.
I didn't think the adoption process from China could get any slower. (Though, realistically, it hasn't gotten slower...I'm just "feeling" the wait now.)
We logged in on August 13, 2008, a mere seven months ago. From the beginning I've been telling myself that we'd have an eight year wait. Occasionally, I'll let myself daydream about a shorter wait but I'm trying to be realistic.
I used to read and post several times a day on the adoption forums. Now I stay off of them. And I try not to get too caught up in the monthly number of days referred anymore. With such a long wait, it does me no good to get optimistic or disappointed by a day or two.
To make matters more complicated, I have a bad case of baby fever. Well, not so much baby like an infant...more like 1 year old fever. I have several friends from my sons' co-op preschool that have daughters that age and I am lucky enough to get to see them every weekday. Their curiosity and unbridled excitement and exploration of the world around them...oh, I want another baby. (And Scott, for better or worse, has a constant case of baby fever.)
So Scott and I sit here on this slow, slow boat to China. And now I'm wondering what, if anything, we should do. I had thought we might adopt a daughter from another country while still "in line" for our daughter born in China. A sort of boat detour, if you will. But with the current economic situation, I'm rethinking that plan.
Sorry for the babbling...I really didn't have a thought-out cohesive post. Just a bunch of rambling while sitting on this slow boat...
The girl in the photo is holding a red thread while standing upon The Great Wall. And the quote reads:
When a child is born, an invisible red thread extends from the child's spirit and connects her to all the significant people who will be a part of the child's life. As the child grows, the thread shortens, drawing closer those people who are destined to be together. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.