February 2008

A common question we get when we say we are adopting again is whether the baby is going to be related to our other three kids.  When we say well he will be when he is adopted people then ask another question.  They ask whether it will be weird that he is not their blood sibling.  I always find this interesting. 

My kids are extremely excited for the adoption of “baby brother,” and it never is discussed that he is different than them.  They know that he will have a different first mommy and daddy then they did in Ethiopia, and he may speak a different dialect then they did, and come from a differnet part of the country, but besides that they just think that he will be their baby brother. 

As the kids grow into adulthood I assume we will have more questions about this, but it will also give our family a chance to learn about different walks of life in Ethiopia.  As I prepare for the weeks ahead meeting with social worker, completing my dossier, and other needed documentation I just keep remembering the love at the end of the road. 

It is weird because as I mailed off my I-600 and money to get our homestudy done last Friday I had the same anxious feeling I had three years ago.  I am excited for the future ahead, and to meet our new son. 


Yesterday on Valentine’s Day people kept talking about what they would be doing or receiving.  I hadn’t really thought about it too much.  Between getting the kids cards ready for school, baseball season in full swing, and our construction ending on our house I hadn’t thought much about the day. 

 I remembered back to our first Valentine’s Day 11 years ago when we were still in college and had no money.  Brian bought pizza and wine, and we had a picnic overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge.  It was amazing, and that was just a glimpse of how amazing our life journey would be together.

When I got home last night, Brian was our at Costco with our oldest.  On the sink there was an large folder with a crayon drawn picture of the six of us that read “To My Babies’ Mommy.”  In the folder he had completed our I-600 A and gotten all needed documents to be mailed in.  We had been waiting to finish our house before we were fully able to dive into our adoption, but now I knew it had begun.  I was almost in tears.  I have dreamed about bringing our last baby home for months, but with construction and other life issues it had just been that a dream.  Now it is a reality.  My husband the scientist amazes me yet again on this Valentine’s Day as he did 11 years ago with that picnic.

 I find these are the most common questions we are asked with three young children.   Are you sure you want a fourth?  Are you sure you are ready?  Don’t you have your hands full already?  Well the answer to all  questions is yes.  Yes we want a fourth child, and we want him to be close enough in age to our oldest that they can play growing up.  We are as ready as we can be.  I think children always add an uncertainty and a new adventure to life, but we think we are ready.  We also do have our hands full already.  We both work, and raise three kids, but we know we have the love and resources to care for one more child.  We started the adoption process four years ago to adopt an infant from Panama.  Four years later and two trips to Ethiopia we have 3 kids from Ethiopia ranging in age from 2-6.  After our travels there we realize how much our family truly has to offer to another child, and we are ready.  Ready Set Go!

Well it has been awhile, but we are still here.  We are just crazy busy with our almost 7 year old, 5 year old, and almost 3year old.  Life is full of soccer and baseball practices, gymnastics classes, school functions/homework, and church activities.  We have started the adoption adventure again, and we are so excited.  We also question whether we  just like to beat ourselves up because this process is always draining.  So far my fingerprints kept failing at the livescan location, and Yordie whose pediatrician didn’t want to give her a TB test due to her age needs more documentation as to why a two year old doesn’t have a communicable disease.  I just keep looking in Estifanos’s room at night at the empty bed with new sports quilt we recently purchased when we remodeled.  I imagine this time next year our son being home, and our family finally being complete.  I dream about what he will look like, what part of Ethiopia he will be from, and what he will be like.  I know he is out there somewhere awaiting us as much as we await his arrival.  Estifanos keeps thinking he will be the size of a bread box, and I have to remind him he could be up to two years old.  At night as he lays in his bed he asks me, “When will little brother come home?”  I explain that we have to do a lot of paperwork, then we need to wait a long time,  then we will find out who he is, and then Mommy and Daddy will travel to get him and bring him home.  He quietly tells me, “I will take care of him, and bring him to my baseball games next year.”  I quietly think of the joy it will bring me to have our family complete, and chase after him at the baseball field.  I look forward to this journey as I did the last, but this time I actually feel like I have some idea of what I am doing.  Hopefully!