Steve and I became parents this week. It was fairly quiet, as far as entrances to parenthood go. We received an email informing us of the joyous, long-awaited, news.
I called Steve at work. "So, I guess this means we're parents now," I said.
"Oh yeah...congratulations!" he said, sounding surprised.
I dare you to come up with a less exciting intro to parenthood story.
But for us, it was very exciting. We've been working to complete an international adoption for longer than I care to think about and we have almost made it to the finish line. This time next week, we'll be on an insanely long plane flight, on our way to a pair of chubby cheeks that I can't wait to squeeze. I can't wait for so many things about getting to know our son.
I can't wait to tell him all the stories about the crazy past three years we've spent, trying to get to him. I can't wait to tell him about how we rushed out to buy a fire extinguisher so we'd pass our home study; how we spent an afternoon at the Secretary of State's office, whispering in the lobby about different ways to alter legal documents; how we sped around town to three different banks, trying to find a notary that would sign our paperwork before 5pm and how we treated ourselves with ice cream when we managed to do it.
But mostly, I can't wait to tell him about how much we wanted to adopt. We've dreamed of adopting a child since before we were married. I know that's not how it is for some people. I know that for some people, adoption is a sort of last resort. Everyone who adopts comes to the decision in a different way and I don't actually think that there is a wrong way to get there. I mean, orphans need families, right?
But for us, adoption was never Plan B. The process has been long and rocky and not at all what we expected and we would choose to do it all over again. And it's not because we're "good people" or any of those other things that people tend to say when they hear we're adopting. It's because we love children, because we want a family, because there are so many children in this world who need both love and a family. It's that simple.
Understandably, I'll be taking a bit of a break from blogging. And sewing, and shipping, and probably a few things I'd rather not give up, like sleeping and washing my hair. I have a few posts scheduled for next week with some pictures of the bedroom I've been working on for our little guy. The dresser, the bookshelves, and many of my other projects from the past two weeks have all been for him and I'm so excited about how his room is turning out.
I hope your weekend is wonderful. We'll be packing and enjoying our last bit of time as a family of two!