Ding Dong Ditching...

We are still in the early stages of the adoption process...aka: PAPERWORK! We've been filling out countless questionaires on paper and online about ourselves, our parenting techniques, our family life and history, and all of the wonderful things associated with the details of our lives. In these questionaires they've asked us how we have or plan to tell the children in our home about our decision to adopt. We thought it over and decided since he was probably going to overhear a lot of conversations about the process, we should go ahead and tell Chase early on and see what his reaction would be. So, we sat him down one night after he had been asking again about how his friends had siblings and we talked a bit about adoption. Granted, we didn't go into all the details or the reasons why we were taking this road, but he was so excited and accepting. He could care less HOW his little brother or sister came into our family, so long as they make it here. So the other day when the UPS guy rang the doorbell Chase came sprinting to the door yelling, "Maybe it's our new baby!" LOL! Yeah - we had another chat about how long it might be before our new addition arrives and how it probably wouldn't be arriving UPS (Fedex is WAY faster!)...

These kids are so remarkable and such a great reminder of what really is important in this life. Now I can't relate to someone who has never had a child of their own, as I have had the extreme gift of carrying a child, but as I've traveled along this path, I've felt my selfishness of wanting to carry another one melt away. It's like the further we go toward adoption, the more at ease I feel about it. My inklings about the final family picture is interesting, and not one I ever really pictured before - I don't think anyone pictures themselves as having fertility problems and we all enter this stage of our lives with our teenage perspective of cute little babies to dress up and being the prettiest and most adorable pregnant woman alive! You know? I'm starting to believe that the masterpiece that is being constructed, though difficult to paint, and sometimes even more difficult to see, will be far superior to my teenaged stick-figure drawing!