We did it. We applied to be parents. That statement seems super weird, like we applied for a fishing license, but we did it. Sunday was our initial info meeting/orientation, and we got finger prints done and handed in paper work. Now we wait a couple of weeks for all of that to get processed. If all goes well, we may get to start our ten weeks of classes in April.
Guys, I am a total commitment-phobe. Seriously, the whole drive home from picking up my dog, when he was just a cute little helpless furball puppy, I cried. All I could think about was how I had just made a 10-15 year commitment, and I was so overwhelmed by that. Every commitment to move (East Asia, back from EA, North Carolina, Iowa) has been accompanied by a total freak out, as was buying my car and my house. I spent a solid six months totally convinced I wanted to marry Jason and just waiting for him to figure it out, only to hit mild panic a couple of days after he proposed. Fortunately, by then, I knew my pattern!
So, you can imagine my thoughts Sunday afternoon shortly after turning in our paperwork. But, I've learned to trust myself. I think through decisions extensively and perhaps obsessively, so once a decision is made, I can trust it and know that I will return to confident and excited after the panic subsides.
I was also reminded that Sunday was just an initial insight into the system we are jumping into: a little loud and chaotic, not enough workers, nobody has time to be delicate with your feelings, and nothing gets done in a hurry or on a dependable time line. As much as I want to start painting our kids room and soliciting donations of hand-me-downs from friends, it's not time. Right now, it's just time to practice waiting.
And to organize the garage. Seriously, this seems to be the linchpin in the whole organizing/purging/make room process for the entire house.
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