For almost 3 years now, Matt and I have desired another child. We knew that a medical condition might prevent us from having another one of our own. So adoption has always been on our radar. We had always thought we would pursue international adoption. But something happened that changed our course. Back in December, we were watching a television special on adoption, and we were both moved (me to tears, Matt to "moisture") when we learned about how many children there are in foster care in the U.S. They are not there through any fault of their own, either. So many of these children are available for adoption. Because the vast majority of them are 6 years old and older, their likelihood of having a forever family shrinks as time goes by. Both of us have a heart for kids--particularly school-aged kids. We agreed that adopting an older child out of foster care was something we would like to investigate.
Last night, we took our first steps down this path by attending an informational meeting about foster care and adoption. The meeting served to confirm the tug in our hearts. We both know this is what we're supposed to do. Unfortunately, we are moving to Florida, and Florida's paperwork and procedures are different from Arkansas' paperwork and procedures. The only thing we can do to start the process is get CPR and first aid certification. Matt is already certified, but my certification has expired. Once that is done, all we can do is wait until we are moved and settled.
Have I mentioned that I hate waiting? This wait is especially difficult, because I know that my child is out there, either in foster care, or still living in the painful circumstances that will bring them into the foster care system. That breaks my heart. Each night I fall asleep praying for the next child--or children, because we're open to adopting a sibling group--who will enter our family. I know they are in God's hands, and I just have to trust Him.
Sigh. I hate waiting. I supposed I could look on this waiting period as similar to pregnancy. For the next however many months it is that we have to wait, that child is growing in my heart.