Blog Post: Third Rewrite

This is the third time that I've re-written this blog post.  The start of this post was written at the beginning of the week, when I really just wanted to throw myself a pity party because things aren't moving fast enough.  You can see for yourself how the week has ended up. 

People always ask, "How's the adoption coming?"  And it's hard to answer that.  It feels like we are in such a holding pattern right now, just chomping at the bit until we can DO something. 

And by "do something," I mean bring a child into our family.

(This is the part where I laughed and laughed and laughed.  How silly am I to think that this is about Adam and I doing something?  In the course of the week, Adam and I did nothing.  But God...oh boy, God did some big things and wowed the socks off us.)

If you've been hanging with us for any bit of time, you know that our primary goal is to pay off any outstanding debt.  After that, we buy the house of our semi-dreams.  Then, we can officially start the adoption process. 

In theory, we could start the adoption process right now.  We could have a home study done in our 2-bedroom apartment (where, if we had a baby, the child would have to share some serious space with the kitties).  And then, when we moved into a house, we would just have to have the whole process updated (updating in this case pretty much means "redoing" and "paying more money.")

Until then, we wait. 

And I don't like waiting.  I like doing.

But, there are so many blessings in the wait.  I really have to look for them, but they are there.  And they are good.

(Again, insert laughter here. By the end of the week, I was no longer looking for the blessings. They were everywhere!)

(I love this song. I could watch this video a million times and never tire of it. Makes me think of us and all our waiting...)

For instance, yesterday (earlier in the week), I got a bill for an (overdue) medical bill that I have from last summer--related to feeling like I was basically gonna stroke out from post-wedding stress.  But anyway, it was kind of a last ditch effort to get me to pay up, which I planned on doing, but it wasn't really at the top of our list.  But they were willing to strike a deal and cut the bill by $837.83 if we pay the bill by the beginning of October.  Guess which bill just got moved to the top of the list?!  It'll be a bit of a scramble, but we can do it.

Also starting October 1, we are eligible for Tricare (Army) health insurance again.  Anyone who is self-employed knows the lament of paying a ridiculous amount of money for really craptastic health coverage.  It's slightly more expensive than our previous coverage, but won't go up when we have kids, no matter how many kids we have (score!).  And it will come directly out of Adam's Army income, so that will free up an extra $150/month.  Oh, and we won't go bankrupt if Adam has another kidney stone.  Yippee!

We found a house that we are in love with.  Unfortunately, we're about 6-8 months away from purchasing one.  Wah wah.  (This is really what the pity part was about.  By the end of the week, we are closer to this goal than we knew when I was whining around about it.)  The house has already been on the market for 120 days.  I don't use prayer as an ordering service, but I certainly think that God has found favor on our adoption (uh...big time!), and I know that He is going to (and already is) make big things happen in order to get this accomplished.  So I'm open to God keeping this house on the market for another 240 days, providing the finances to purchase the house sooner than planned, or providing another home that is better than this one (which, after looking at the home today, was the case).

Being self-employed, I have to pay quarterly taxes, since mine aren't just deducted from my paycheck each week.  In some ways, I envy people who never see the actual amount that the government takes out of their paycheck--it's really hard to have that money and purposely set it aside.  But after the first year, when we had a hefty little tax bill, I have been diligent about putting my tax money in a separate account.  When I figured my taxes on Saturday night (which is lame for a Saturday night--even as an adult), I found out that I made more than DOUBLE the amount that I did for the first two quarters of the year.  Now, that in and of itself is a huge blessing.  But the best part is that I had an extra $700 left over in my account once the taxes were paid.  I love God's math. 

 

A good friend of mine also hooked us up with a local adoption agency that offers programs in countries that we had not previously considered (Bulgaria, Samoa, Nicaragua, Democratic Republic of Congo), so we are just being open right now about where we're supposed to focus our adoption.  I even encouraged Adam to be open to the idea of domestic adoption--something that we had previously not considered for a variety of reasons.  The agency also has a non-profit component that helps families to obtain the funds needed for adoption. 

And perhaps the biggest kicker of all--I had another medical bill for about $2,350.  I made a pretty substantial payment on it over the weekend, but got concerned because my payment never got applied to the account.  When I called the company, they said they were no longer accepting payments for the hospital and that I needed to contact the hospital.  So I called the hospital, and they have no record of me owing this bill.  Uhmm...excuse me?  This bill seems to have completely vanished off the face of the Earth!  It's really hard to argue with someone that you really do actually owe them money. The sweet lady even said, "Well, we can't take a payment from you if we don't have the bill in the system."  And I said, "Good day."  Since the start of the summer, we have had over $10,000 in medical bills either be covered by health insurance we didn't know we had OR completely disappear!  In what WORLD does that happen?!

In the world of adoption, that's for sure. 

A-MAY-ZING!

So, what does all that mean?

It means that the majority of our debt is GONE.

Which means....WE CAN START SAVING FOR A HOUSE! 

And, golly, that makes me happy. 

(Footnote:  Today, Adam bought what he thought were a pair of $50 sneakers.  They rang up at $12.03.  I told you--the blessings were just knocking us in the face by the end of the week!)

A Little Weird...

Every once in a while, I will pepper Adam will questions that I know will be on our adoption application or that I anticipate a social worker will ask during a home visit.  Sometimes it feels a little like we're prepping for the SATs at our house.  But I really want to be prepared and feel like we're on the same page with this whole adoption thing.

One day, I asked him, "Why are we adopting?" 

And he said, "Because it's the right thing to do."

And I said, "Okay, but why is it right for us?"

And he said, "Because it's right for everyone."

And I wholeheartedly disagree with him.  While I think every child deserves to be adopted into a loving family, I do not believe that every adult is fit to adopt a child.  Just like I don't believe that every adult deserves the privilege to bring a biological child into the world. 

I get so frustrated because people want to make this huge distinction between adopted kids and biological kids.  We convince ourselves that, somehow, if we just have biological kids, everything will be perfect.  That everyone will be safe and healthy.  It's just like when I would tell people that Adam was getting deployed.  They would automatically assume that he was going to die.  How can we lull ourselves into this false sense of safety that if we just DO THIS then it will all be okay?  How stupid are we to think that we have any control in this at all???

Insert Pat Roberston. 

It's so funny, because I feel like I have the Momma Bear instinct, even though I'm not a Momma yet.  And I wanted to claw this man's eyes out. 

I just wanna look at what the Bible says about adoption.  I mean, okay, maybe we can overlook the big picture that, as believers, we are adopted as children of God.  And maybe we can even overlook that Moses and Esther were adopted.  But you cannot deny what the Bible says specifically about adopting human children into your family. 

James 1:27:  Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.

Hmmm....notice it doesn't say, "Go spewing your ignorant hate out into the world."  It says, "Take care of widows and orphans."  And, I'm sorry, Pat Roberston, but I'm not so sure that sending money to an organization to "care for orphans" is cutting the mustard. 

When I think about "care for orphans," I think about tucking them into bed at night and giving them a birthday party and knowing that they will always have shoes to wear and be able to go to the dentist.  That they will always have food to eat.  That they will have a Mom and a Dad who love them more than anything.  That we made huge sacrifices and worked our tails off to be able to bring them home.   Because they belong in our family. 

Mr. Roberston goes on to talk about how kids from orphanages are almost assured to have been sexually abused and brain damaged.  That they might grow up to be "weird." 

My good friend Nina pointed out that "We all know biological, American, Christian, white children never grow up to be 'weird."

Did you know that, statistically, 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 5 boys have been sexually abused?  I'd be willing to bet that those statistics are actually higher and that these are just the instances that have been reported.  This is not a problem that is isolated to orphanages.  None of the kids at Penn State were in an orphanage.

Having biological kids in the United States is not a guarantee that your child will not have brain damage.  Did you know that 1 in 88 kids in the United States will be diagnosed as being on the Autism Spectrum?  A feature of ASD is "atypical brain development."  Wait, Mr. Roberston, are these kids "brain damaged?"  Hmm...so I guess that isn't isolated to orphanages either. 

As for the whole "weird" thing, I think I've resigned myself to the fact that Adam and I's kids (biological or adopted) are gonna be a little weird.  I think I would rather them be a little weird but be good, loving human beings than to fit into the mold that our world has set for people. 

And, pleasepleaseplease do not base your opinions on adoption about one "friend" that you knew or a news story that you saw or a rumor that you heard.  Open your mind to consider that every family is different and what works for our family certainly might not work for your family.

'Cause, you know, our family is a little weird. 

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I Am Not Adventurous

I was talking with someone and I said, "You know, I'm just not very adventurous." 

And then we laughed. 

'Cause earlier in the day I had biked on a (mostly downhill) bike trail with my front brakes taped together. 

And why on Earth was I doing that?

The long story involve me being good at two things:  being a therapist and being Adam's wife.  The short story is basically because the good folks at the Wounded Warrior Project asked me to. 

The plan had been to go recumbent biking down this trail.  I had never ridden a recumbent bike, but they are relatively more stable than a bicycle (with three wheels and being all close to the ground).  So I tested it out and got all excited, but then the person in charge of the bikes decided that I was "too short" to ride any of the recumbent bikes. 

(As an aside, I am 5'7" and have never been told that I am "too short" for anything.  For some reason this guy was convinced that I was the shortest person in our group, even though two of the ladies were barely over 5'0".  But whatever...)

So I offered to ride a bicycle.  Which I haven't done since the seventh grade.  And really wasn't sure if I still knew how, but I was willing to believe that saying about "it's just like riding a bike.." 

And then my front brakes didn't work.  So the guy taped them.  And we prayed that they would hold.  And I buckled my bike helmet (PS I had never worn one of those either...eek!) and took off.

And, at times, it was the most terrifying thing I have ever done.  There were more than a few places where I strategically planned my crashing so that I wouldn't mess up my face or my stunning teeth (that we had JUST PAID OFF!).  I was willing to risk pretty much the rest of my body and hope that some of that magical health insurance would take care of it!

But I did it.

(There are no pictures of that taking place 'cause I was so freakin' scared.  I was really just focused on staying on the bike and keeping my face intact.)



And there was the time they asked me to go skiing.  This is me at the end of Part 1, Day 1, where I am wet, scraped, and bleeding from my skiing adventures.  No one else looked like this.  (I love how PROUD I am in this picture!)

In my defense, Indiana is relatively flat, and I had never been skiing before.  And I was terrified.

But here I am at the end of Day 2.  Less wet.  Less bloody.  Still terrified.  And very high up. 

But I did it.  I mostly skiied down the hill.  (Yes, there was some falling/sliding involved, but nothing like it was the day before!)



Oh yeah, and white water rafting?  No biggie. 

(I'm in the back left (bottom right on the pictures).  Thank goodness the helmet hides the look of terror in my eyes. 

So, not only was I very very scared, I was cold.  After years of tailgating the IU/Purdue game in November, I thought I had officially experienced the coldest I have ever been.  And that's just not true.  It's a whole different thing to be cold and soaking wet and scared. 

Water in Maine in May is COLD.

But I did it.

And then there was the time that I came home and told my husband that I thought we should fly about 7,700 miles around the world to adopt our children.  And that we would need to buy a house and save about $20,000 before we could do that.  And that I thought it was possible to do all that in about a year. 

And we are doing it.

Maybe I'm more adventurous than I think...