At 8:15 this morning, our social worker called me from the District Attorney’s office to say no appeal had been filed–we are good to go on our adoption date!
March 27th, we are adopting our kids!!!
I asked three ways, “how sure are you?” “positive.” “What could make this NOT happen?” “Nothing.”
We weren’t going to tell Carrot for a few weeks (to make sure there were no hiccups, and because six weeks is too long for a six year old to dwell on it), but I was crying on the phone and she knew something was up. I hung up the phone, sat on the kitchen floor in front of her and Pumpkin, and said, “On March 27th, in about six weeks, we are going to adopt you!”
The next two minutes were everything I hoped they would be. Carrot gasped, took it in, gave me the longest hug, and said, “Pumpkin, too?” And did the “adoption dance, adoption dance” in the kitchen with her brother.
She asked, “I wonder if we are going to adopt the Boxer, too?” “I don’t know honey. We aren’t going to know that for a long time. But, we are adopting you and Pumpkin.”
Then she asked, “Who else knows? Does Mommy (Croi) know?” I told her Croi didn’t know–because I just found out, and asked if she wanted to call Mommy herself.
“Does Mom F (biomom) know?” “Yes, I think she does.” She got said, and asked if we could see Mom F again, maybe at Christmastime (“in the morning, like this year”) Sure, honey.
She called Croi, which was adorable.
During breakfast she said, “I don’t want to talk to you.”
I told her I was sad for Mom F, too. And asked if I could sit with her and be sad. So, we ate breakfast in silence. I thought about the saying, “all adoption is born from tragedy,” and hoping the six weeks gives her enough time to be (mostly) just happy by adoption day. I was so proud of her for realizing her mixed emotions and telling me about them right away.
Someday, I hope she just gets to have simple emotions instead of such mixed messy ones.