This post is paid for by the Ad Council. All opinions are my own.
I knew I wanted to adopt since I was a kid. I thought that was because I was adopted. It turns out, non-adopted people also have long held dreams to adopt children. I know this because people tell me all the time.
Most of the people who tell me that they have always wanted to adopt, don't end up adopting. Most people that tell me this, express some regret. They wish that they had done it. Taken that scary leap of faith. Maybe they heard a horror story about an adoption gone wrong. Maybe they weren't sure that they could love a child not born to them. Maybe they thought it was financially out of reach. Maybe they thought the kids that need families need more than they could give. Maybe they thought they weren't good enough, strong enough, brave enough.
I had no such reservations. My husband, Kurt, had some, but I dismissed them. I knew we could do it. By the time we adopted our first son, we had been parents for 17 years. We had loads of experience. Our two daughters were in high school. And they were awesome. We clearly knew what we were doing. Also, being an adopted person, I was obviously an expert. What wasn't obvious at the time, was that I was an idiot. I had NO idea what we were getting into. Good thing. Had I known, I might have chickened out. And that would have been the worst mistake of my life.
I didn't know that the only way either of us would ever get rest was to drive aimlessly through cold winter days until he fell asleep. I often would pull in the closest parking lot, jump into the back seat with him and sleep with him until he woke up. I remember once, waking up in the parking lot of a beach a couple of towns away, my car was cold, the sun was setting. We both had been drooling and two hours had passed. But his hand was on my head, he smiled at me as he woke up and I was content. I thought, even if life is going to be like this forever, me a little old woman driving around my grown man son so we could rest after he had a busy day destroying the house, it would be okay. Because he was my son. I loved him.
|8 years later|
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