As I'm sure every waiting parent can bear witness with, when you're in the middle of an adoption there are days when it just feels impossible to keep going. Other days, it seems as if faith swells up inside you and carries you to a place of peace. A gentle golden light assures you that you will become a family in exactly the right time, which is neither early nor late, but will arrive in simple perfection.
As a PAP, I'm doing my best (but frequently failing) to keep my mouth shut when the days are bad (oh so bad) and singing my thanks when the days are good. After all, I want to put something positive out there. I want to be as encouraging to others as they have been to me because I do truly feel that we are all in this together!
Today is a good day for me so I thought I would share something that has meant a great deal to me on this journey. It's one of my favorite poems written by a man who had a lot more to overcome than bureaucratic red tape, extending wait times, and incomplete fingerprints. Hailing from a mixed race family, he had to face ultimate racism during a dark time and still he wrote this:
"Gather out of star-dust
and splinters of hail,
one handful of dream dust
not for sale."
- Langston Hughes
This dream of a loving family for our child has been gathered out of many difficult moments, most especially for Button, but it is not for sale.