Our family started this adoption journey nearly 2.5 years ago. It’s been a lot of work, but we’ve also had the benefit of everything being new and exciting and having people interested in our story. From this point forward, the flashy/exciting part of our journey is over, and we need to settle into just doing the hard work of being an adoptive family, and waking up the tomorrow and doing it again, and waking up the day after and doing it yet again.
A few years ago I read The Catcher in the Rye. I love to read, but typically “literary” books are kind of over my head. This book was no exception to that, but I’ll always remember one line that hit me hard:
“The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”
The last 2.5 years have sorta been the “die nobly” part of adoption. Thankfully no actual dying has been involved, but it’s been a big, bold, daring, counter-cultural, admirable adventure. Today the “live humbly” part starts, and to be honest it’s kind of scary. I’m no longer going to be able to introduce you to children you’ve never met, no longer be able to post pictures of exotic locations you’ve never been to, and no longer going to be able to wow you with stories of things you’ve never experienced. Instead, our days will be filled with school, errands, cleaning up the kitchen, going to work, and paying bills. In other words, we fade back into the fabric of the normal lives that everyone leads. Our legal adoption is not over: we still have a bunch of random paperwork and tasks to do in terms of finalizing their citizenship, doing post-adoption reports and check-ins for our local adoption agency and the Indian child welfare agency, rejiggering our health insurance, and so forth. I know all of our readers really care about us, but nobody is going to be interested in reading a post about my call with the health insurance company or 47th story about how Aashish spilled something at dinner.
So, remember us in the coming days, and don’t hesitate to send Amy dark chocolate. She’s going to need it!