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Adoption

It’s been on my mind a lot recently. This is foster care, after all, and talk of adoption is every where. However, it’s seemed more rushed to me as of late. The girlfriend and I didn’t get into fostering to adopt. In fact, our home isn’t even set up as a foster-to-adopt home. I knew I wanted to adopt but I didn’t want it right now. Then I met my babies. Now, I feel such a panicked rush to make them forever mine. Adoption won’t change anything. I know that. I am already their mother. They are already my babies, but I still feel a sense of urgency when it comes to their adoption. I feel like foster care is a constant wait, a constant “next hurdle.“ I’m ready for that wait to be over for my sweet little boy and my outgoing little girl. I’m ready to sign the papers that say no one will ever take them from me. I don’t realize how much anxiety I still have that something will happen and I’ll lose my babies until I start thinking about adoption. I know that anxiety will remain until the wait is over. It will remain until there is permanency.

At this point, the odds of my babies ever seeing their birth parents again has grown slim. While that fact breaks my heart, I can’t help but hope this speeds the process along. I know a year in care is nothing compared to the stories out there, but this is forever we’re talking about. I’m ready to get started. Out of all 8 of the children that have been in my home, I have never felt what I feel for these two. They are mine. I did not birth them but they were always meant to be mine. I may not be the best mother, but I am their mother. That’s the important part. They are mine and I am theirs. We are a family. Driving to a client session last week I began thinking of that moment when the girlfriend and I sign those papers. Before I even realized it, I was crying. A happy, peaceful kind of cry. For so many years I fought to find my place. I worked hard to achieve honors and accolades and all these things I thought would finally make my parents proud. Then I became a mother. Their mother. It suddenly didn’t matter if my parents were proud of me. All that mattered was that those two little babies were proud. But there’s always the lingering thought of "what if?" What if they leave? What if family steps forward? What if, by some miracle of God, their bios get it together? What if DCS finds a way to close my home and I lose them? What if. Along with the "what ifs” comes the thought of “but you’re not REALLY their mother." A mother doesn’t have to ask permission for a hair cut. A mother doesn’t have to ask permission to go on vacation. A mother doesn’t have to send an update to 3+ people every time her child gets a bruise, goes to the doctor, or has to take some medicine.

I’m ready to adopt. I’m ready. Let’s get this show on the road, folks. I’m waiting to start a life here. I am already their mother and a piece of paper won’t change that. However, that piece of paper changes everything.

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It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth.

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“She speaks more languages than anyone in the family. Because she plays with all the children in the street.” (Erbil, Iraq)

This is my favorite Humans of New York photo.

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“He probably won’t answer you. He has a speech delay. He talks plenty at home, but strangers have a hard time understanding him. So he’s learned that if he just smiles a lot, people will like him, and they won’t know that he has trouble speaking.”