Adoption Journey — Day 223
Sorry, were you looking for me? I was gone all day.
I should have told you where I was going. Ah, silly me. But we were in such a RUSH that I didn’t even think…
It was another paper chase day. And it HAD to be today.
See, we had 5 documents that had to be stamped by a notary. 2 of them were for power of attorney (here and in Ethiopia), one was to say we’d do follow-up reports after the adoption (and pay the hefty fee for doing so), one was a consent to pass our information back and forth (duh) and the last was a letter to the Ethiopian Ministry of Women’s Affairs to present our case as to why we’d be great parents for one of their country’s children.
And the notary is a colleague of BDH’s, and he was only going to be at work this ONE DAY before taking off for a few weeks.
So. Now or much, much later.
So yesterday we rushed to find the documents (which are lost somewhere in this bomb site we call a house) — and, as it turns out, we never DID find them and had to have new copies sent to us. We also started making preparations, making calls and sending emails and signing forms and whatnot, for the hit our bank account will soon take with this particular foray into bureaucracy. Then we had to write our letter.
The letter was copied in principle from a sample letter given to us, which I am sure was written by someone in Ethiopia to indicate what they expected. It was full of *odd* phrasing and punctuation, as you would find with someone for whom English was not a first language. And also, it was chock full of promises about what we’d do for our child in terms of his education in Ethiopian history and language and culture. Lots of rhetoric about how much we love and admire the country.
And while it is all true IN PRINCIPLE, the language TOTALLY was not us. So we rewrote it.
We talked about how much we have learned about Ethiopia and how much we admire the history and the people. We talked about how proud we’d be to have a child who had that sort of cultural background, and how much we would enjoy learning more and sharing in it with our child. We talked about our hopes of travelling to Ethiopia with our child in future to allow our child to connect with his heritage of birth. We talked about how much we would love our child and do our best to provide him (or her) with every opportunity we could and that, if the Ethiopian government saw fit to allow us to adopt, how our child would make our family complete.
That sort of thing.
So that took a couple of hours to write.
Then today, we rushed to BDH’s office, where I filled in forms and trotted to and from the printer getting more forms to fill in. Then, I waited… knitting. Waited until our notary had a free moment in his very busy day to stamp and sign our documents. He was so very generous in taking the time to do this for us, and he would not accept payment. I was so grateful for his generosity and his help.
My darling husband then saw fit to take me for a nice lunch. He’s a good doobee, that one.
Then, it was off to the agency. I had a fistful of documents to hand in, including the notarized ones, some citizenship-type docs for our new child, certified birth certificates and marriage certificates… lots of stuff. We put a really good dent in our To Do list today. I asked a few questions about the next documents I have to get — reference letters, notices of assessment, summaries of benefits, etc. — and then I headed for home.
I got in, tried to make some calls and do some email to get a head start on the next batch of documents, but I was pooped. So I grabbed The Bubby and the two of us settled in for a Big Nap on the Big Bed.
So, yeah… I was gone all day.
But I have a good excuse.