New Year’s Eve. A night for letting go of the past, hoping for the future and counting the many blessings in life. No year brought so many surprises for me as 2011.
I embraced my role as a foster mom and all that entailed – foster parent classes, ceritifications in water safety, CPR and first-aid, professional and personal referrals, baby-proofing, child-rearing education and re-assessing my professional life to make room for three weekly visits with caseworkers and biological parents along with the court records that each visit required to be filed.
It was an immense undertaking, but we were ready.
Then, we found out just as we were about to cross the last “t” that we were expecting.
One might think it would be an easy shift. A better outcome.
But there’s that lingering desire deep inside transformed by compelling stories that longs to be a foster parent.
In the midst of such confusing emotions, we dealt with new weirdness: unwelcome parenting advice, weight-gain assessments, career pressures and a family torn between wanting to be involved but not knowing the child’s sex.
My growing belly and the active girl inside nevers lets me forget for a moment that I must overcome and ignore all fearful obstacles. My life does not belong to me alone anymore.
There’s as much solace in that notion as anxiety.
I try to take each day as it comes and drown out the doubts as I prepare for my most incredible life achievement: child birth.
On Tuesday, we’ll meet our doula who will be our one constant child birth expert throughout the miraculous experience. The Navy system does not assign you the care provider you’ll deliver with – you get whoever is on duty.
In life, you get so few opportunities to feel the complete understanding and meaning of life. When this year began, I resigned myself to never having a baby.
I thank God for giving me a chance.
For all the difficulties, confusion and heartbreak, I thank God. How else would I have ever so appreciated this experience as I do?
We only get so many days on Earth; never miss a moment to be present in the good as well as bad times. Each second is a precious lesson, a chance to know yourself and be better.
So long, 2011. Thanks for the curve balls. You kept me on my toes.