Wow, I can't believe that I am at post 100...
This week has been crazy for me. Im not real sure why either. It's been abnormally busy at work, but nothing unbearable...just everything is crazy...which leads me to my next thought...(jenny, don't freak.)
I've been thinking about adoption...not doggy or kitty adoption, but children adoption. Anyone that knows me, knows that I have been against having children my entire life. Lately though, I have been thinking more and more about it. After talking with Kevin's sister, Erinn (yes 2 n's,) it really got me thinking. She is in the process of adopting two children from an abusive family. I think Erinn is one of the most amazing women I have ever met, yet she lives a completely different life from the one I would ever chose to lead. She is a dairy farmer. Married her high school/junior high sweetheart one week after graduating from high school. Got pregnant immediatly. Her first pregnancy was twins, but one was stillborn. She had one more after that, which resulted in two of my favorite people in the world, my neices Emma and April. She home schools, but makes sure that her kids are active in things like 4H, play groups, and volunteering (these kids are 7 and 8.) They both read at higher levels than they are supposed to...Emma is reading at a 5th grade level and April 4th. And she still manages to have fun with her kids and husband. We had a water fight last sunday when they came and visited. It all started with a squishy ball thrown by her oldest daughter, smack into her chest. Where most mom's would get mad, she laughed, picked it up, and then threw it at Kevin...all hell broke loose and by the end, no one was dry, but we were all laughing and smiling.
I am still leary about how Kevin would be as a dad, and I think both he and I have a lot of growing up to do, but I am seriously considering adoption now. Im not going to tell my mother or father, heaven forbid they get their hopes up. But I can see Kevin and I with a little boy or girl someday. I don't care if they come from another family. I don't care that they aren't a newborn when I get them-in fact I would prefer if they were around 5 years old or so. I keep hearing all these statistics about kids in foster care...how so many turn 18 every year and have no where to go, they are just forced out the the system with no one to fall back on. I can't imagine how that would feel. If I could save a child from this, I think its worth thinking about. I know I have a lot of research to do and several years before we are ready, but Im thinking more and more everyday that I want to do it. Scary, I know. This isnt typical Haley talk. Im scaring myself. Is there really a mother inside me?!