Hey sweets,
I have thought about adopting a special needs child, but my husband
isn't......grrrrrrrrrr - I guess I could just do it and he would learn to
love the child, but then, I would be put in "time out" lol........not a good
thing to do huh? I do believe that God will answer my prayer. If not, then
it's not meant to be....oh gosh, that was so hard to write. I just wrote
this l-o-n-g email to you about my adoption stories and BAMB - AOL kicked me
off line (what else is new) and the email was lost. DARN - all that typing
too.........crud.......lol
Pete, my husband, and me did go through Catholic Charities for adoption. We
were one of the first 10 couples in line to adopt. When our time came for
the house inspection, we were excited. First she made fun of my poor little
cat we just adopted. She said he was too skinny, I explained we just had him
for a week and he did put some weight on - she shook her head and wrote
something in her book. Then our 2 bedroom ranch was small but quaint she
said...will we be getting a larger house. We said maybe, but this house and
yard is plenty for us and a child. Again, the head shook and she wrote in
her book. Then, she asked about our family - when she learned that both my
Dad and Pete's Dad were alcoholics, she wrote heavily and long in her book.
She took a look at us and said, well, because both your Dad's were
alcoholics, this means that you are too. On that note, she left and said,
I'll call you. Pete and I just looked at each other, not wanting to say
anything to each other in fear that we would hurt each other. Needless to
say that 6 years has passed now, with no word on any adoption! One of my NH
friends had a relative that was pregnant and couldn't keep the child. So she
thought of us and asked if we would adopt her family members child. YES!
Here was the answer to my prayers........FINALLY - during the process it was
bitter sweet. I heard good things through the grapevine, then I heard she
didn't really know if she wanted to give this child up. So in fear of my
having the child torn out of my arms, Pete stopped the process. To this day,
I feel as if this was God's gift to me because it turned out that the child
was adopted out. Oh how I still cry over that one! I'm praying that the
saying - never 2 without a 3rd will apply here. I've asked God for
forgiveness for allowing His gift to me, to someone else. Have I held my
ground then, I would be writing about my son - but nooooooooooo, I let my
husband take care of it. DARN....I'm still praying to God for
forgiveness............
Someday, I will be a Mother.....someday............
I love you Karla!
Hugs and sweet love to you!!
~Chrissie xo's