The Journey of Adoption

I remember not too long ago, getting down on my knees and praying for a child of my own. One to love, and care for.

  I was in my mid-thirties before I realized it was not happening the natural way. With alot of factors in mind... I had to find my true nature inside of me.

  I was not one who loved to take medication or to follow simple rules. So my journey to adopt a child was well on the way with love in my heart... I had to step up to who I really was as a human, and what I wanted in life.
  My life had never been simple, in fact it was quite different from my friends. I never had a father growing up... my own father passed away when I was five. So from that day on, I knew life was going to a challenge and I had to think differently.
 I was good at the outer box thinking.  So that was when I wasted no time getting on the adoption list as soon as I could. I was a live-out nanny and knew I loved kids and wanted my own someday.
 As the time I spent on getting baby clothes ready, and putting a bedroom together for my new unknown child who was on the way, I was still unsure of what the new child was going to be and the age was also a mystery.
  I used the law of attraction on every level with this thought. Deep down, I wanted a little girl who was healthy. Although, on the list were waiting parents who also wanted the same thing. I also decided to paint the room a soft yellow with all the books and settings perfect for my new loved one to arrive.
  I was scared and felt this journey was never going to happen. We would put in for a child, and hope to get short listed, then all the home studies. I personally felt as if "why... do we have to go through all this process, when other's can just have a baby without problems?" Then, I was quickly reminded... I was not all others and this is who I was as a person. I was open arms already in love with my new child, before I even met her.
  The day I met her on paper... I knew, from the moment I sat my eyes on her she was the one. Her big chubby cheeks, and beautiful blue eyes caught my heart. However... I had loved kids like my nieces, this one was a different feeling. I knew she was and had to be mine. I wrote her social worker, but then never gave her my letter. It was not doubt, it was something else... I just did not want to ruin the road of adoption.
  I remember our last meeting in our adoption/ foster training class we had to take. Our personal social worker was sitting in with us and she kept looking at us as a couple. At the end of the night, as we were walking out the door... she pulled me aside as she told me"YOU GOT HER!"
  She was ours and on the way! I could not believe it. A nine month old baby girl, one to enjoy and to love.
  This was my journey of Adoption.

By: Charlotte Tersigni