You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t been writing much about our adoption and there’s a good reason for that.
There’s not much going on.
While the wait is difficult, I’ve had a relatively easy time with it. My lack of attentiveness is a gift in situations like this. It also makes for an interesting life since I can talk with you for twenty minutes then walk away without a clue as to the conversation. Such a brain makes this wait for Little P. easier since most of the time….I live in the clouds and don’t think about it.
My wife is not so lucky. She has a brain that sees everything in HD so this business about “forgetting” our adoption has been a struggle for her. In fact, Reece called our agency (CCAI if you don’t already know) this week to re-inquire about the wait. When we first submitted our medical checklist, the time period from submission to match was about 12-18 months. Currently, we’re at 11 months so you’d think we’d be pretty close to being matched. Not necessarily. When asked about the wait, Reece was told the Chinese adoption process is becoming as slow as major league baseball, therefore 18 months is the most likely scenario.
That’s quite a blow.
Instead of being on the cusp, we’re staring at 7 more months until being matched. Reece likened this to an expectant mother being told her baby wouldn’t arrive for another 7 months. Maddening to say the least. The upside is that our letter of acceptance (from China) goes by our log in date, so we shouldn’t have to wait long once we’re matched. Lookin at the bright side. :)
Although the wait continues, we’ve done a few things to remain plugged in. For example, last weekend we visited a China exhibit at the Indianapolis Children’s Museum.
It was a cool way to introduce Chinese culture to our kiddos. It’s one thing to talk about China and read books, but quite another to look at Terra Cotta warriors thousands of years old. Another part of the exhibit was set up with various examples/experiences of Chinese culture. This was great because you boarded a fake plane which streaked to China in about 5 minutes. Don’t I wish the actual 13 hour plane ride was that freakin easy!
We’ve also been involved with other China adoption groups. Just last weekend we attended a Harvest Moon Festival celebration. (Hey free meat and moon cakes—I’m there!) It was awesome talking with families who had gone the distance and seeing Ellie and Mitch playing amidst mobs of Chinese kids made my heart sing. I was a little confused on the moon cake thing though. I guess what I envisioned was more of a moon pie…the gooey marshmallowy thing my friend Rick Powers used to scarf down every lunch period in high school.
But moon cakes are different. Honestly, most Chinese deserts are god-awful (at least the ones I’ve tried) so I proceeded with trepidation, nibbling at the cake, hoping my lips hit Godiva chocolate rather than sugary bean paste. Imagine sinking your teeth into a bland fig newton and you get the gist of a moon cake. Not terrible…just bland. It’s a helluva lot prettier than a moon pie though…which is nice.
Even though we’re still waiting, I feel something on the horizon. Why? Because my mom, wife, daughter, mother-in-law and I have all dreamed about Little Panda in one form or another. Mine was a lucid dream that occurred the other night. For those who don’t know, lucid dreams are when the dreamer is aware they are dreaming. I used to have lucid dreams often, but it’s been over two years since my last one.
In my dream, I followed the screams of a little girl up the front steps of our home. When I reached the second floor hallway, I found a distinguished blonde lady standing outside Little P’s room. She looked like a wary librarian…arms crossed, staring at me with a serious yet peaceful smile. I passed her without a word, racing into Panda’s room. A large white bed stood before me. There, laying face down, was a little girl with long black hair. I wish I could say I went to the girl…checked to see if she was okay… but I was so freaked out that I jumped through Panda’s mirror and woke up.
Who knows what this dream meant. I mean why would a librarian be part of the mix? But the fact is, I feel as though something is about to happen.