I’ve now told four members of my church my plans for adoption: one couple (the wife was the chair of the search committee that chose me), one young adult who’s a single mom herself, and one other woman, this past week. She was commenting on what a full week I had, and ticked off Tuesday as the Deacon’s meeting. I told her I wouldn’t be there, as I had a class. So, of course, she asked, “Oh, what’s it for?”
“Actually, it’s for adoption.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I’m sure I had some “How is this going to go” look on my face. She paused for a second and then said, “Alone?” When I replied yes, she hugged me.
Sigh. Yes, I’m doing this alone. And I’m ok with it. And hopefully eventually you all will be ok with it. Bigger sigh. And this is adoption–what would’ve/will the reaction be like with a solo pregnancy?
I know it’s just comes with the territory, and so far she’s the only one who reacted this way, but still.
On a happier note, today’s my last MAPP class (required for foster care/adoption). Tuesday “my” social worker makes her first home visit. Yesterday I painted my spare room so that I can start moving my stuff in. I’m going to make my bedroom the kid(s)’. Things are moving along…
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