***quick update on the success of the Four the Win Family Health Care Golf Outing, full post to follow. We were able to raise close to $2000 that day and we are current to date on all our charges. We have a raised a total of just over $9000.
We are currently in the "waiting" stage of the process. All paperwork is signed, the homestudy is done, the profile book is done and we are waiting. We are waiting for the phone call that says, "YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!" This means my phone is on my body at all times and everytime a 800 pops up or our case workers number shows on my screen I jump. So far it has just been, hey we are missing a form and would you be interested in renewing your warranty. Needless to say, those are not the calls we want.
Waiting has been hard. And although we have not technically been a waiting family for more than a couple of months, we have been on this journey for almost 2 years now. I have been "pregnant" almost as long as an elephant. I have cleaned and organized and cleared out space in closets. I have shopped for crib bedding and looked through name books. I have read parenting books and I am going to classes. In my garage is a bassinet and a car seat. I have nested.
Waiting is hard. It is an ache that catches me off guard sometimes.
It's hardest when we sit down to our 6 seater dining room table. I will be honest. Dinner time is not my most favorite time of the day. It is not a Norman Rockwell painting with us all smiling and exchanging deep parts of our souls. What it is, is chaos. 9 times out of 10 someone does not care for the dinner I created. There is usually negotiations about how many peas constitute a bite. Surely someone will spill their drink. No one wants their spaghetti the same way. I need more butter. Can I have more juice? No your shirt is not a napkin. Yes, you have to tell me something about your day. Sit on your chair the right way. Please don't talk with your mouth full. Honey, you have a noodle in your hair. But in the middle of all of that, my eyes will scan the room, I see their sweet faces and I feel a little sad. And not just because their is a saucy handprint on my shirt. But because, I know someone is missing. There is a perfect spot for a high chair and she isn't in it.
Sometimes when we go to our community pool, this cute family with 4 kids is there and I feel that same "someone is missing" feeling.
And again I have it a bedtime. When I tuck my sweeties in for the night at their bedtime and come back down the stairs, I know someone is missing snuggling in daddy's lap as she waits for her last feeding.
Sure having our new little one will mean more spills at the dinner table and another bag to pack for the pool, and less sleep for mommy and daddy. But I can't wait!
Someone recently said to me, "I can't wait until your baby gets here, I'm going to hold her all the time." And I said, "Well sure lady, if you can wrestle her from me! I've been waiting for her for so long, she may never learn to walk!"
