It's been 2 weeks since my last post. Have I ever gone that long in between posts? So much has happened in the last 2 weeks. The world is not the same place as I left it when I last signed on to this space.
We are deeply immersed in the adoption home study process. Last weekend we got fingerprinted and I am proud to report that both our FBI checks came back clear! The Child Abuse history also came back "NO RECORD EXISTS" and as far as the PA State Police, we are also clear! We have gone through 2 home study classes which were a half day each and met other parents who are in the same stages as us. We have told our stories and shared our fears and it has been very powerful.
We have finalized the details of our "beef and beer" which is really a "pasta and beer" and we are getting a lot of interest from our local friends and family. It should be a great event and we are looking forward to celebrating our almost baby with those that have supported us from the start.
My online campaign, though, is what has blown me away. Our site has been posted on my blog and on Facebook and it's spread like wildfire. We have raised almost $2,000! And get this - a fair amount of our donations are from people that do not know us. People that know of us from a friend or a relative or people that want to just do a random act and hope that by doing so, their generosity will make the world a better place. A safer place.
When the tragedy in Connecticut happened last week, my heart, along with the hearts of so many of us across the world, just broke. How can something like that happen? WHY? I was angry and sad and I wanted to write a letter to each of those poor children's parents and let them know that they are not alone. There are so many of us mom's and dad's out there who also had to bury our children. Is it the same thing? A stillborn vs a baby who died of SIDS vs a 6 year old? The answer is no. It's not the same. And yet the anger and the loss and the grief and the fear and the pain? Well I imagine that is pretty much universal.
I feel a peace with Allie these days that I have not really felt before. I feel her with me, eagerly awaiting her little brother or sister to come home to her house. I worry that when her brother or sister arrives, it will make it all that much harder for me to realize that there should be 2 children here and not just 1. But I feel she will help me through that. I grieve for her and I miss her and that is a part of my every day. I also love her and feed on her memory and her love and that is also a part of my every day.
There is so much in life that we can't control. There is so much that we can't understand. We can, though, practice random acts of kindness to those we know and those we don't even know. We can pay it forward and do our part to make this world a place where we want to raise our kids. We can make it better. We can at least try.
I think of those parents just a few states away from here and I think of their agony and their loss. It's so very raw in the beginning. It's so fresh. I hope that as the news trucks pull away and the services are all over, that they are surrounded by loved ones to just sit there with them. Hug them. Love them. Keep the memories of their children alive. Please know that we care. We will remember. We are so very sorry that you have to experience this pain and we will be kind to each other. We will practice random acts. We will never forget.