We have so much going on this week, that I think I'm going to spend the next couple days praying and thinking about how to put this thing together. I wanted it finished by Sunday, but I think my new goal will be NEXT Sunday. That potentially takes us into December before being approved, but I'm not okay with rushing any of this or driving myself crazy over it. I want to enjoy as much of this process as I possibly can!
In Other News:
I've read over our Home Study review and found a few factual errors. I was going to let them slide, but Adam said absolutely not. I knew he would...which was why I asked him before just signing off on it. I wanted to just say, "Yep! This looks GREAT!" and move on, but I knew it would bug me to turn in a report that I knew needed corrections. So, I called our CSI agent today and will be dropping off the report tomorrow. She plants to edit tomorrow, sign the packet, get her supervisor's signature, and email the documents to Love Basket by the end of the day with hard copies in the mail by the end of the week!
Random Side Note:
In one of our sample Profile Books was a poem, on the last page, regarding a child's relationship to both his Birth Mother and Adoptive Mother. I'm not one for Chicken Soup books, cheesy lines and sayings, or cliche....anything (unless it's an 80s party, then I go all out...) However, this poem helps communicate the roles of each mother in the child's life and offers a great picture of what an open adoption looks like. I may put it in our Baby Book or in the nursery if it sticks with me. The details in here aren't an exact fit, but then again...I didn't write it. It's someone else's story, but it's one that leaves me with a calm.
Legacy of an Adopted Child
Once there were two women,
Who never knew each other,
One is in your heart forever,
The other you call Mother.
Two different lives,
shaped to make yours one.
One became your star,
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life,
The second taught you how to live it.
The first gave you a need for love,
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent,
The other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
The other dried your tears.
One gave you a family,
It was what God intended for her to do.
The other prayed for a child,
And God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age old question through the years,
Heredity or environment...
Which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling, neighter,
Just two different kinds of love.