Saturday We…
Went to the annual Christmas Village deal. Kevin’s mom has a booth there every year and she’s in this little room and happens to be right beside Santa Claus. They gave us free photos this year. I don’t think I’d ever attempted to pay for them before, but Santa’s daughter informed me that this was our yearly Christmas present from them.
From then on grandma took Sydney over to get reindeer candy canes from the booth in the corner. Kevin and I went walking behind her. We watched the lady stare at her, do a double take, and then say IS YOUR MOMMY’S NAME RANEE? We both started to laugh and she noticed us coming up behind them.
See, the candy cane reindeer lady is the lady who made it possible for Sydney to be our daughter. So for the past 3 or so seasons we’ve walked Sydney up there, talked to her, hashed out what was going on, almost cried, etc. etc. This time it was different, because everything is peaceful. It was almost like LOOK WHAT WE ALL DID!
So social worker lady works for a private company now and had been thinking of us lately. She wants to know when we’re ready. When are we ready for a foster care placement or an adoption? She was wondering how to get in touch with us, and boom there we appeared. The shocking part? Kevin says after we get a bigger house we’ll talk to her. What? Did pigs fly?
Anyway I have her card, checked out the agency on the net. They happen to be a mental health place that has gotten into foster care placements and adoptions. Hence why she’s there now. It’s probably all she ever wanted to do minus the bull crap of state funded foster placements. Translation…something might actually be getting done.
And I thought to myself. It doesn’t matter what people say to me or about me. It doesn’t matter how many allegations are made about me from mentally unstable people who troll the net or claim they are stopping me from adopting. Because the truth is that I’m highly qualified and I’m good at this. Professionals who do this think that my husband and I along with our little girl would make a great family if not permanent, but transitional to help a child out. To make a difference.
I guess the only goals I really ever had in life were to be a mom and make a difference and I accomplished them both without knowing it. Well, I knew it but damn I didn’t realize it! O speaking of kids, I’ve dubbed Karina my other daughter. I’m about to write my first letter to her and it will be given to her this weekend. I’m nervous and I have no clue what to say!
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