It was a crazy last few days. I scrubbed, organized, cleaned, baked, and cleaned some more. All in the name of the social worker home visit.
I was a wreck this morning. I was nervous, irritable, and well, just a mess in general. I kind of felt like I was the only one on a sinking ship. So to calm down I did some serious baking and last minute prep. The worker, Ms. J. was supposed to show up at 11. So imagine my surprise when the doorbell rings at 9:30. Holy cow! I just had put Marvin down in front of the TV with so I could clean up my mess. So quick thinker that I am I shove it all in the dishwasher and slam it shut and pray that she doesn't ask to look inside. I turn off the TV and tell Marvin that he has to finish his show later. He was so not happy about that.
Then I said another quick prayer, opened the door and let Ms. J in. She was in a really good mood and loved her drive out here. I showed her around and she really liked the house. She loved my cookie monster blue kitchen as well. She also really liked Marvin who totally took her over and demanded that she play with him, gave her a puppet show, showed her his handstands, and drew her a picture. Thank heavens she likes kids.
In between all of this I did have a chance to talk shop with her. Believe it or not. She is looking to place the baby in August and drumroll, I think she likes us!!!! Yay!!!!!!! We are hoping to get "official" news by the end of this week. Yay again!!!!!!!
But this is still a legal risk adoption and there is always the turn and shift of life. I am hoping and praying for the news we are waiting for and so ready to get a nursery up and rocking!! Things are finally starting to fall into place and I am so ready for it!!
My Family
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
The social worker's coming!
Boy, I should have social workers visit more often. Just kidding, kind of. I got up early and managed to organize a couple of closets, straighten the living room and clean it and now I am taking a much needed break before I clean and organize our bookcases in our room. A bit obsessive you think? Well, with social workers one never knows. They could glance over your house with not much of a howdy do or they could open all your closets and drawers. I have a feeling this worker is on of the latter. So better to be safe than sorry.
It has taken time to get to this point. Lots of time. I had already (and somewhat foolishly hoped) that we would be so much further along. The worker had promised that she would know something two weeks ago. So she still knows nothing. Which is incredibly frustrating.
But she did call and ask to come out to our home. She called wanting an appointment last week while I was teaching camp. It was a rather difficult camp so I would have happily skipped out on it, but figured that would not thrill my boss very much. So being the good worker bee that I am I managed to get her to come out this week while I am between camps.
I will also be flying solo this visit. When I contacted our social worker she told me that she felt her presence was "unnecessary" and "that we would do just fine, baby proof the house and make it look handicap friendly". Wait? Say what??? You are like totally throwing me to the wolves here. Our old agency at least showed up for stuff. Plus Shannon has to work and can't take time off for this. So I am feeling slightly panicky. But my mom insists that I can handle these kind of people so I am just going to do it. I am a little tired of her dragging things out on us so I am pretty sure I will be fine once she gets here. Thanks heavens Marvin will be around. I am hoping he charms the socks off of her. He is pretty personable and chatty so I think we will be O.K.
We have been looking into stuff as well. For those of you who are burning with curiosity I will say that Harmani was born very premature so most of her issues relate to that. Her parents are addicted to heroin and show no ability or willingness to get clean. She is also a fighter, like Marvin. The only thing is that Marvin got PT, OT, and feeding lessons BEFORE we got him. He was done with the hard work by 18 months. We still do "maintenance" with him and as he ages his needs change. We go with the flow.
Harmani's needs are different. She has just started these things. She is learning how to eat, but is a very slow eater. She needs OT and PT to work those muscles. But her future progress is forecasted to be good. They were also worried about her vision. She went to the same eye doctor that Marvin goes to and they believe that she is tracking. They say the same things, she is very little and her body needs to grow and develop. So we would be walking right into the middle of it verses getting the finished product.
My life is about to change. It will become appointments, therapies, learning to become an expert on a new round of stuff. I was hesitant to make a change because I had a good thing going and was in a pretty good place in my life. But now that the change is coming and we have made new choices I am really excited to see what the future will unfold. Everything has a purpose, and a season. It is time for me to enter into this new season with joy and thanksgiving. It won't always be rainbows, unicorns, and sunshine, but I will take it in stride and embrace the coming changes. I refuse to live in the past and dwell on the choices I have made. I will not live a life of regrets. I will live a life that honors the choices I have made and the hope of an amazing future for myself and the child that I have and the children I have yet to fill our hearts and home with.
It has taken time to get to this point. Lots of time. I had already (and somewhat foolishly hoped) that we would be so much further along. The worker had promised that she would know something two weeks ago. So she still knows nothing. Which is incredibly frustrating.
But she did call and ask to come out to our home. She called wanting an appointment last week while I was teaching camp. It was a rather difficult camp so I would have happily skipped out on it, but figured that would not thrill my boss very much. So being the good worker bee that I am I managed to get her to come out this week while I am between camps.
I will also be flying solo this visit. When I contacted our social worker she told me that she felt her presence was "unnecessary" and "that we would do just fine, baby proof the house and make it look handicap friendly". Wait? Say what??? You are like totally throwing me to the wolves here. Our old agency at least showed up for stuff. Plus Shannon has to work and can't take time off for this. So I am feeling slightly panicky. But my mom insists that I can handle these kind of people so I am just going to do it. I am a little tired of her dragging things out on us so I am pretty sure I will be fine once she gets here. Thanks heavens Marvin will be around. I am hoping he charms the socks off of her. He is pretty personable and chatty so I think we will be O.K.
We have been looking into stuff as well. For those of you who are burning with curiosity I will say that Harmani was born very premature so most of her issues relate to that. Her parents are addicted to heroin and show no ability or willingness to get clean. She is also a fighter, like Marvin. The only thing is that Marvin got PT, OT, and feeding lessons BEFORE we got him. He was done with the hard work by 18 months. We still do "maintenance" with him and as he ages his needs change. We go with the flow.
Harmani's needs are different. She has just started these things. She is learning how to eat, but is a very slow eater. She needs OT and PT to work those muscles. But her future progress is forecasted to be good. They were also worried about her vision. She went to the same eye doctor that Marvin goes to and they believe that she is tracking. They say the same things, she is very little and her body needs to grow and develop. So we would be walking right into the middle of it verses getting the finished product.
My life is about to change. It will become appointments, therapies, learning to become an expert on a new round of stuff. I was hesitant to make a change because I had a good thing going and was in a pretty good place in my life. But now that the change is coming and we have made new choices I am really excited to see what the future will unfold. Everything has a purpose, and a season. It is time for me to enter into this new season with joy and thanksgiving. It won't always be rainbows, unicorns, and sunshine, but I will take it in stride and embrace the coming changes. I refuse to live in the past and dwell on the choices I have made. I will not live a life of regrets. I will live a life that honors the choices I have made and the hope of an amazing future for myself and the child that I have and the children I have yet to fill our hearts and home with.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Aftershock
So after a really bumpy bit of emotional turbulence I am thankful to say that we are settling down. I will have to say I am a bit bruised and battered, but after the worst of the storm had passed and we picked ourselves up and dusted off, I realized that I was still standing. A little battered, but still standing.
We are marching forward in our adoption. A little girl is waiting for a family and we are waiting for a little girl. The social worker however, is making sure that this is a long long long process. She was supposed to have stuff done last week, but you know how that goes. She now wants to contact all of our old adoption references. She is going to talk to Marvin's social worker and our old agency, Lutheran Family Services. I told her that was fine, we have nothing to hide. I can't help but wonder if she will next want all my old teachers or any other ridiculous trifles. Sigh. The things I do. Now I know that they only want the best, but really? They have so much on their plates already and they just make more work for themselves. We are not that crazy and I would like to think that Marvin is turning out somewhat O.K. despite my many mistakes=).
But I will have to say that I have felt God's peace throughout this week so I have a strong feeling that things are going to be O.K. Thanks for the prayers, we have needed them. I will have to say that I have spent lots of time talking to God and petitioning Him. Good thing He is patient. And faithful. He and I have had talks about the fulfilling of His promise. I have claimed the verse "He has settled the barren woman in her home as the happy mother of children." Note children. I am walking in faith that I will have many children. It is just a matter of time.
But I still hate transitions. And change is not easy. It will also impact Marvin. He will have lots of changes to make. One of them may be our church. Our format is changing and they are possibly eliminating my Sunday School class. So I spent a good week being very upset about it and whining like a very spoiled brat. Then I got that out of my system, felt really embarrassed for my bad behavior. Just because others around me make poor choices doesn't mean I have to follow. So I prayed to be released from my teaching duties. Guess what? I'm not only not released, more is going to be expected. Oh brother. I should know better by now you'd think. But God does not want me to do a once a month stint as was suggested. He is asking Shannon and I to step out and follow. Control freak that I am it is rather hard, but I am willing. We are going to start moonlighting at other churches to see where God wants us to go. Tomorrow we will begin our journey. We need to raise Marvin in a solid church where he is allowed to attend Sunday School and go to church. God revealed to me that there was a major disconnect between the children and the church. It was kind of scary. So we need to be where Marvin can plug in.
So we march on in faith and hopes that we will make good choices in the weeks that follow. We have lots to accomplish and very little time to do it all in. But God is faithful and I believe that we are at least on the right path. It is scary, but sometimes stepping out in faith is. I am keeping my eyes on the finish line and it feels like it is finally in sight!
We are marching forward in our adoption. A little girl is waiting for a family and we are waiting for a little girl. The social worker however, is making sure that this is a long long long process. She was supposed to have stuff done last week, but you know how that goes. She now wants to contact all of our old adoption references. She is going to talk to Marvin's social worker and our old agency, Lutheran Family Services. I told her that was fine, we have nothing to hide. I can't help but wonder if she will next want all my old teachers or any other ridiculous trifles. Sigh. The things I do. Now I know that they only want the best, but really? They have so much on their plates already and they just make more work for themselves. We are not that crazy and I would like to think that Marvin is turning out somewhat O.K. despite my many mistakes=).
But I will have to say that I have felt God's peace throughout this week so I have a strong feeling that things are going to be O.K. Thanks for the prayers, we have needed them. I will have to say that I have spent lots of time talking to God and petitioning Him. Good thing He is patient. And faithful. He and I have had talks about the fulfilling of His promise. I have claimed the verse "He has settled the barren woman in her home as the happy mother of children." Note children. I am walking in faith that I will have many children. It is just a matter of time.
But I still hate transitions. And change is not easy. It will also impact Marvin. He will have lots of changes to make. One of them may be our church. Our format is changing and they are possibly eliminating my Sunday School class. So I spent a good week being very upset about it and whining like a very spoiled brat. Then I got that out of my system, felt really embarrassed for my bad behavior. Just because others around me make poor choices doesn't mean I have to follow. So I prayed to be released from my teaching duties. Guess what? I'm not only not released, more is going to be expected. Oh brother. I should know better by now you'd think. But God does not want me to do a once a month stint as was suggested. He is asking Shannon and I to step out and follow. Control freak that I am it is rather hard, but I am willing. We are going to start moonlighting at other churches to see where God wants us to go. Tomorrow we will begin our journey. We need to raise Marvin in a solid church where he is allowed to attend Sunday School and go to church. God revealed to me that there was a major disconnect between the children and the church. It was kind of scary. So we need to be where Marvin can plug in.
So we march on in faith and hopes that we will make good choices in the weeks that follow. We have lots to accomplish and very little time to do it all in. But God is faithful and I believe that we are at least on the right path. It is scary, but sometimes stepping out in faith is. I am keeping my eyes on the finish line and it feels like it is finally in sight!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Transition Traumas
Yes, I am proud to admit it, I am a creature of habit. Every day I get up at the same time, even on weekends, have about the same thing for breakfast in the same order, shower from left to right (alright, probably too much info, but you get the idea), and go on to work either at my job or my weekend tasks. I leave at the same time, drive the same way, and always always listen to the same thing on the radio (AFR if you are interested).
But lately, things have been really off. I went to Colorado for a family vacation so of course getting up at 3:30 am (5:30 our time) is kind of silly, I couldn't eat the same things for breakfast, and my days were not nicely organized. There was a lot of time to goof off and get really out of sync. I loved my visit and seeing my family, but when I am out of kilter things don't go well.
We have had more news on the baby. Harmoni. I thought it was pronounced Harmony but it is more like har-MAN-ee. Sort of like harmonica. Anyway, I digress. We had to make some choices about her. We are hoping to bring her home soon, but that is a little ways off. She is another post=). Her own post. Having a baby means transitions. And choices. Big choices. Life changing choices. Habit changing choices.
As a creature of habit it is hard to change. Letting old dreams die to bring about new ones. I am like the little kid scared to swim in the pool. I dip my toe in over and over and come out shaking. I have spent last week hoping that I could keep both dreams, but Shannon and I had to choose what dream we would follow. After much talking, praying, seeking counsel from trusted people, we made a choice. The death of an old dream for the birth of a new one.
It seems like I am talking in riddles, doesn't it? I hope to clear it up later on in the week. For now I am still hurting too much and just needed a good place to vent. As I have always said this is much cheaper than therapy!!
On a side note does anyone have any good church recommendations? It is a looong story, but let's just say that the devil goes to church too. Another transition that has left me feeling slightly bomb shelled.
I cling to hope and my faith that despite the winds of change that I will emerge stronger and able to handle all the transitions that life sees fit to throw at me!
But lately, things have been really off. I went to Colorado for a family vacation so of course getting up at 3:30 am (5:30 our time) is kind of silly, I couldn't eat the same things for breakfast, and my days were not nicely organized. There was a lot of time to goof off and get really out of sync. I loved my visit and seeing my family, but when I am out of kilter things don't go well.
We have had more news on the baby. Harmoni. I thought it was pronounced Harmony but it is more like har-MAN-ee. Sort of like harmonica. Anyway, I digress. We had to make some choices about her. We are hoping to bring her home soon, but that is a little ways off. She is another post=). Her own post. Having a baby means transitions. And choices. Big choices. Life changing choices. Habit changing choices.
As a creature of habit it is hard to change. Letting old dreams die to bring about new ones. I am like the little kid scared to swim in the pool. I dip my toe in over and over and come out shaking. I have spent last week hoping that I could keep both dreams, but Shannon and I had to choose what dream we would follow. After much talking, praying, seeking counsel from trusted people, we made a choice. The death of an old dream for the birth of a new one.
It seems like I am talking in riddles, doesn't it? I hope to clear it up later on in the week. For now I am still hurting too much and just needed a good place to vent. As I have always said this is much cheaper than therapy!!
On a side note does anyone have any good church recommendations? It is a looong story, but let's just say that the devil goes to church too. Another transition that has left me feeling slightly bomb shelled.
I cling to hope and my faith that despite the winds of change that I will emerge stronger and able to handle all the transitions that life sees fit to throw at me!
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