Yesterday marked one year of officially waiting on our domestic adoption list. In many ways, the year flew by, but in other ways, it was the longest year of my life. Our agency’s placement statistics for this past year were down yet again. Our reality is that fewer and fewer birth parents are choosing adoption as an option for unplanned pregnancy. When we started the process of getting on the wait list a year and a half ago, we naively thought it would be maybe 18 months for us to be placed. Now we know we need to expect a three year wait. At minimum. Pregnancy announcements continue to fly around me. Life goes on.
We are curious as to our status on the list but are intentionally waiting to contact our agency to find out. Why? Because every year, they require us to update our home study. This means another big pay out. And truly, not a single thing has changed for us aside from the fact that we have another little nephew or niece on the way. Shelling out hundreds of dollars for them to document that single change makes me feel resentful. But this is our process and we have resigned ourselves to doing exactly what we are told to do to make our dream come true.
Here’s to a fulfilling, hopeful, and lightening speed year two on the wait list.