Today Dave and I are finishing all our paperwork to send in to CAFAC. It has taken a little longer than we (o.k. I) had hoped, but we will be done in a few hours! For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of filling out those questionnaires, it is refreshingly grueling. Refreshing because Dave and I have had an amazing time bonding over reviewing so much of our lives. Grueling, because they really don’t leave any question unasked and there is a lot of detail.
Even before we began the questions we had to send in an application to CAFAC. That was perhaps the hardest part. We knew we wanted to bring home two children. What age? What sex? What sorts of medical issues? On and on the list went. We stopped at one point and really struggled with it, knowing every check mark would eliminate the chance of some children being adopted into our family. We finally decided that there were some things we really wanted, and some we would leave open. We all (our kids included) really wanted to have another girl. But what about the second one? We left it open. It will be a surprise! We did a lot of reading and finally felt good about requesting children under the age of three. That was so hard!! What about the cute four year olds that we see on other adoption blogs? That simple request eliminated them. It felt like we were ordering from a catalogue. That’s not how you’re supposed to get a baby! We know why we had to do it, but it didn’t make it easier. Health issues were another concern. We finally did what we thought we could handle and left it at that.
So now we’re off to our Doctor this week to get our medical clearance. All the paperwork should be in the mail on Thursday afternoon! Then we wait for our appointment with our social worker.
Some days I get frustrated, knowing that this process is going to take a very long time. Other days I’m so excited we have started the journey and don’t really care that it will take two years. (I have so much I want to get done before they come home!) Often I forget and just live our normal life, and then someone will say or do something and I will instantly be thousands of miles away.
A friend asked me the other day if it was weird thinking that our children might be born already, living a world away. Yes, yes, and yes! Mostly I find myself thinking of their parents. I can’t imagine having to give my children up, or the circumstances that would lead to that decision. I pray for them every time I think of them.