Mine lies in the way I became a mom…
Everything I Knew Was Wrong
Many years ago after we’d run the gauntlet of infertility diagnoses and treatments, we set out on a new and daunting journey, that of adoption. We thought that meant waiting in a long line until our number came up, when an agency would call us with news that we’d gotten to the top of the list and our baby was available. We’d live happily ever after, never to think about adoption again.
Turns out all that was wrong. There would be no line, no list, no adoption-be-gone. Instead, there would be an expectant mother considering adoption (and possibly father), and our fate would be in HER hands. Further, she/they might want to be involved in our lives now and forevermore.
The thought of that scared me so much I had half a mind to return to my reproductive endocrinologist and endure more pointless invasive procedures.
I had to calm myself down. I had to examine my fears. I had to open myself to the scary unknown.