Wow, is that where my heart has been hiding?
I don't know what's changed inside me... or why it has... but it's like that rant of frustration broke the dam that separated me from all things adoption related - and the good feelings I once had. It's not as if anything has changed in the big picture. At the 6 months work to match 1 month of parents rate - I'm still probably more than a year away - in addition to the three I've already waited. Nothing's different - but me. I feel different. I feel hopeful again. I feel connected to something more than just me. I feel joy... anticipation... and the willingness to plan. To plan! That's something I've refused to let creep into even the furthest recess of my mind. But somehow - I can now - and it doesn't make my heart feel like it's being squeezed in an enormous steel vice. I can have thoughts of "her"... and smile. I can look at that empty room holding the spare mattress and box spring and start imagining how to decorate.
Someone asked me on last Friday about the progress on my adoption and I actually answered with enthusiasm instead of a low growl. Wow. I didn't even realize my heart was gone until, after all that ranting and self-pity, I just tripped across it. It'd fallen back behind the dresser and somehow was lodged into the far corner of my room. I almost didn't see it - all covered in dust bunnies in the dark. But the force of my breath from all that whining must have uncovered it just enough. I picked it up in my hand and stared at it all dry and shriveled and I mourned how little attention I had paid to it for so long. I felt a swell of determination grow in me as I cleaned it up and pushed it back into my chest. I waited without taking a breath... until I felt the first beat.





