This week BDH and I took our first small step in a very long journey. This week we formally applied to begin the process to adopt a child.
It’s been a period of some decisions for us. We had to decide whether to try to adopt, figure out where we would come up with the money, sort through the paperwork, come to terms with not having a biological child… none of these things can be taken lightly. But we talked it over, and decided that our life together would not be complete without children in it. And so, adoption seemed like a logical choice: uniting a couple who want a family with children who want parents. It’s a simple call to make when you put it that way.
So we have been making phone calls and talking to government organizations and planning to take a course and filling in paperwork. It’s a little overwhelming. It’s a little scary too. And it’s going to be a lot of time, energy and money. It makes you sit down and catch your breath.
But… it’s totally going to be worth it. At least, we think so, from the idealized viewpoint of someone on the outside looking in. We stand outside and look in at what it is like to have kids, and it looks lovely from here. We think we will be good parents; or, at the very least, we’ll do our very best. We certainly have a lot of love to give to a child. We imagine all the wonderful things about parenthood, but we also know how hard it will be, how challenging, and ultimately, how rewarding.
So, yeah, it’s going to be a rough road and cost us a ton of money. But we think of it as an investment. An investment in our life together. An investment in our happiness. An investment in our future.
The returns on our investment, we hope, will be limitless.