We haven't blogged for a couple of weeks as we took a small break from our home study packet. We have a couple of things we need to complete before we can send our packet in--but three of the things are dependant on outside resources. So tomorrow we get our TB test (but we had to wait for our appointment so we had to wait for that "resource"). In two weekends we are taking our CPR/First aid for infant class (but had to wait to take it for when there was a class opening). And our final check list item is getting our physical, however, our doctor office doesn't have an opening until APRIL!! So we are hoping tomorrow we can show them what the physical consists of and they can squeeze us into some random appointment time :) Then just a few more worksheets to work on and we'll be DONE with the packet itself. After our packet has been recieved, we will have our interviews that we will need to set up with our social worker. If you can all be praying for our birth mother (that may or may not be working with Bethany/even be pregnant at this point) right now that she is feeling loved and is working through her adoption plan and that God is protecting her--that'd be great!
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So as we work through our packet, I wanted to share with you something that was read to us while we were at our training.
It is called, "Different Trips to the Same Place: A Story about achieving parenthood through adoption vs conception" by Diane Armitage, an adoptive mother.
When you decide you want to have a baby, it’s like planning a trip to Australia. You’ve heard it’s a wonderful place, you’ve read many guidebooks, and you feel certain you’re ready to go. Everyone you know has traveled there by plane. They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you can look forward to being pampered during the trip.
So, you go to the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia. All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia. It seems there is no seat for you; you’ll have to wait for the next flight. Impatient, but still anticipating a wonderful trip, you wait…and…wait…and wait. Flights to Australia continue to come and go. People say silly things like, “Relax. You’ll get a flight soon.” Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, “It’s not fair!”
After a long time, the ticket agent tells you, “I’m sorry, we’re not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia. Perhaps you should think about going by boat.”
“By BOAT?!?” you say. “Going by boat will take a very long time, and it costs a great deal of money. Besides, I really had my heart set on going by plane.” So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all. You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than air. But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place, and finally you decide you travel by boat.
It is a long trip, many months over rough seas. No one pampers you. You wonder if you will ever see Australia. Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia two or more times, marveling about each trip.
Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia. It is more exquisite than you ever imagined, and the beauty is magnified by your long days at sea. You have made many wonderful friends during your voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with other people who also traveled by sea rather than air.
Other people continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are only able to travel only once, perhaps twice. Some people still say things like, “Oh, be glad you didn’t fly. My flight was horrible. Traveling by sea is so easy.”
You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia. Still, you know God has blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty of Australia is not in the way you get there, but in the place itself.
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We hope you enjoyed the story! I will post more another time on why I love this story :)
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