Relief? Nope. Didn’t Happen.
Several weeks ago, I completed a blog post regarding my concern that I wouldn’t feel a sense of completion or reality upon the adoption of my daughter. I wanted trumpets to blare, birds to sing a melodious tune, and tears to fall down my cheeks when the hearing concluded.
Well, none of those things happened.
We stayed up late the night before to attend a 4th of July fireworks celebration and to enjoy our oldest child’s birthday. We were exhausted from days of summer, birthday, and independence fun.
Here’s are some of the reasons the birds didn’t tweet in harmony for me:
- The alarm didn’t go off, so we were 2 hours late getting up.
- My daughter wore a long shirt and no underpants the entire drive to the courthouse.
- My husband fretted about how irresponsible we were going to look showing up to court late. Pfft. We still had to wait an hour for the guardian ad litem to complete a different case in another courtroom before we could have our case heard.
- I had to entertain 3 children while we waited. They don’t wait well.
- My daughter ate a booger at the attorney’s table while I was testifying on the stand.
- They went 5 shades of crazy afterwards dashing to the soda machine to get a drink and take photos outside the courthouse. We’ve made progress. Five years ago, the boys would have went the other 45 shades of crazy.
I didn’t cry. There were no trumpets. I didn’t hear any birds. I was relieved, but it didn’t feel real or complete.
I didn’t have time for all those gushy, sappy feelings. I’ve got 3 kids to raise!