I am not really on top of my “A” game when it comes to blogging. I give kudos to those people who can do it all the time. I am taking an English class right now called Advance Composition. I am writing my little heart out right now but just not on the public forum. I had to write four short pieces for my final portfolio. I had enough inspiration for three and got one off my blog as a get by piece since we were just picking one of the four to be our actual piece. Guess what…my blog piece got picked. So I have basically been writing and rewriting one of my pieces from here. If it is good enough I get to submit it to be published some place. Hooty who, huh? It is also rather emotional to be turning in a short memoir on something so personal too.
In regards to adoption, I let myself have a moment last week. I went out and looked at a list of waiting children. I ran across a picture of a boy and girl in Africa. They were 3 and 5 and both of their parents had died. A lot of these kids are just found wondering the streets and sent to orphanages. They had been picked to be adopted and that had fallen through. I did something I had never done yet in this process and emailed about them to inquire. At dinner that night, I told Critt I was thinking about us going to Ethiopia and getting these 2 kids. I know in his mind he was thinking...man...I thought we were having chicken...now she wants to go get two children in Africa? That is why I love him. My voice of reason telling me we have to think about each situation that comes and if it is right for our family. I got an email back and the kids had thankfully already been adopted. I didn’t have to go to bed and worry about them alone and frightened in an orphanage around the world. I did go upstairs, crawled in my bed, pulled the comforter over my head, and I bawled. I cried till I shook. I know this sounds awful but it felt so good. I just needed to let it out. Sometimes that is what is best for your soul. You can’t be a pillar of strength all the time. Sometimes you just have to be human.
Today I was told a story about a person who was pregnant and emotional about telling another person who was having difficulty conceiving. I thought about this and I thought I would share what I feel. I know people have told me that they don’t know what to say to me before so I thought I might be able to lend inspiration to this one. To begin, everyone is not the same on how they take things so I can’t be the voice of reason. I can say that sometimes other people put more thought into this then the actual person suffering from infertility. It is harder for me at times to just be treated differently or the attention just being drawn back to my situation. I am as happy for someone who is pregnant as I was years ago. I think what anyone outside this club can do is just help to make adoptive or infertile couples just feel normal. There is so little normalcy in this journey. I question this situation I am in a lot. Sometimes I just have bigger fish to fry. I weigh such life changing questions all the time. Am I doing the right thing? Am I adopting from the right place? Should I still try to go the doctor and keep attempting for my own? It is the right time? Did I wait too long? Do I need to do the doctor route before I finish school and go back to work? Where is the time going so fast? Why is time going so slow? Are we making the right decisions for us? These decisions change the course of our life. I just long to ponder over trivial things-What type of baby food should my child eat? Where should I eat lunch? Did I pay our electric bill? All in dear time…Jenny...all in dear time.
On that note, we have had two wonderful weekends at home. The weather has been beautiful at times and it has been nice getting outdoors. So to end this post, if you haven’t noticed I love quotes. I don’t have time or patience to read inspirational books that often. A great quote can really motivate a person. The below was shared by the same person who shared the poem in my previous post. Thank you!
“When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to land on, or you will be taught to fly.” ~ Barbara Winters