The adoption equation is a funny thing. The marketplace values ethnicities and gender with wait times and fees. Girls it seems are a hot commodity. We had toyed with the idea of trying for a girl and my mother is desperate for a granddaughter. Now, that seems as likely as getting a unicorn. So that decision is made. It’s a little heartbreaking to think that someone might "settle" for a son instead of a daughter. I had thought it might be interesting to bring that female energy into the house, but it's not meant to be.
So, we’re looking at a house full of dudes - two crazy, energetic puppies rumbling through the house. I love the spirit and life that kids bring to a home. When I saw our house I knew this was a place for a family. The yard was made for soccer balls, the tree in the back for climbing.
Somewhere out there is my son. He’s waiting to be born. He’s a small little delicate thing. I imagine his mother stopping to rest, knowing that something is different. Does she know he’s there? I send my love far away across the world and pray for him and his family that was and his family to be.
We're waiting for you....
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Good Luck and God Bless in your search, Hon! :)
Oh, sweet and precious. That's the most touching thing I've read in ages.
Hugs to you.
The delicacy and beauty of this post moves me very much.
And somewhere under the long night moon, he is waiting for you.
Awww... that's soo sweet.
You know... I know of a family here in LV that fostered two brand new little babies (one boy and one girl) .... I think for a year ... were paid while taking care of them until the adoption....
and even after they adopted...
they have Medicaid as a secondary....
I think the whole adoption cost them 50 bucks....
We are going to foster w/ hopes of adopting... but I think I'll pass on the baby stage... we'll go 2 or 3 and up to 12.....
just waiting for the home inspection. If Mike had it his way.. we'd adopt 10.. but.. uh..
I can't handle more than one or two....
good luck!
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