Several friends have asked about our status recently. After a strange series of events with DSS, it looks like we are not being considered for the little girl I've written of so many times. Last week, we received in the mail an envelope containing out profile book---no note, nothing, just the book.
Days before we received that package, we got a call from a close family friend who is also an English teacher. She knows a student who is due in October and is choosing life for her baby and wants her (yep, another girl!) to grow up being loved by a family that is unable to have biological children. Exciting!
I keep telling myself, "Don't get emotionally invested this time. If it doesn't work out, it's not your child." That's pretty easy to do up front, right? We've been through five our six of these not-gonna-happen adoptions, but we keep putting feelers out there.
This afternoon, I was sprawled out on my classroom floor organizing and filing while trying to wrap up the school year. One of my freshman girls was helping me, and out of the blue she said, "I really hope you get a baby, but if you don't, you can adopt me." So many parents ask me if I have children, and I've begun to say, "Yeah, I've had about 2000 of them." I'm ending my 20th year of teaching tomorrow, and nothing makes me cry faster than a teenager expressing love. Another girl texted me last night at about 10:30, "I passed my EOC! I love you."
Please continue to pray for God to show us our child . . . or children . . . or his will that we not be parents. Hands open, palms up.
