Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that we were chosen by a expectant mom to adopt her child. Her only stipulation was that she give birth to the child in our home, and then live with us for a week while she recovered. We said yes, and she gave birth to a little boy in our home. We were then flooded by tons of visiting family and friends. And one by one they kept saying horribly racist things…things I know NONE of them would ever say or even think. And all the while, the mother of this baby was watching them, listening to them. I was in a panic, but family and friends wouldn’t leave. Finally, she told me that my family was too racist to live on this planet…and we wouldn’t be raising her child. Cue me waking up mad and frustrated for no real reason….
Then, I get going with my day….
When Cadet finally went down for a nap, I was ready to relax. I was almost done with writing a whole other post (a rant, really) about being married to an introvert…when I got a call from our adoption attorney.
A birth mother chose our profile (MissS). MissS is due in February and is having a little girl. No drugs. No alcohol. But, more than one potential biological father. And that’s all I know. While I was on the phone with the attorney, she got called away on a family emergency…so I don’t have all the details.
That put a whole new spin on my day!
The conversation about “do we want #2″ just got that much more urgent.