dear waterbear: 12.6.21
Hey, waterbear. It's your mom.
(That feels very strange to type? Although I suppose it's not exactly news to you...?)
You probably already know this; if you can read, we're probably already gotten to know each other pretty well. But now, we haven't quite gotten there yet, and I feel like it's time for an introduction. Of sorts. But I'm a bit rusty at small talk and intros. I'm pretty reserved, and I often have trouble connecting with people on a normal day. The last couple of years haven't made that easier. In case you haven't read up on ancient history recently, 2020 and 2021 were weird years for {everyone}. Outside of work and networking and professional connections, I haven't really put on my 'invest in new connections' hat a lot recently.
Your father and I have been working on building this bridge - the bridge to you - for years now, really, with a lot of time put in over the past few months. Today, we did the very last thing on our Adoption To-Do list (for now, before things get really interesting). Our adoption profile is live. Our profile books are out. All we have to do is wait.
We're not good at waiting. (You know that). Or, I suppose, we're getting really really good at it, but we don't like it.
And I feel like I need to do something? And I'm a writer, and that's how I process things. So, here we are. It's December, and we haven't met you yet: but we will soon.
Today I also proved to your dad that I don't know how Bingo works. And then I got all defensive about it, went on a run, fell over twice, and am back here at noon with twelve different projects open and about fifteen mugs on my desk. Your dad just came in and cleared four water glasses from our office. (No big deal, but your parents are *hydrated*.) Anyway, he's washing dishes atm; I'll go in and make lunch after that. Probably gonna be soup. Pretty normal Monday.
ANYWAY. Since we just did that very last thing, in theory, any day now we could get *the call*. Your birth mom could be texting our agency right now. Or it could be a year. We don't know that, but you do. That is going to be one hell of a day. That day, we're going to have to wrap our heads around the fact that we're parents, and you're on your way. We'll smile at each other goofily. We'll open the nursery door and wonder if you like the stuff we've gotten you.
Until then, we're waiting. We're getting ready. I suppose that's what these letters are: They're for you, but it's also helping my brain realize that you're a whole person, and you're gonna catapult into our lives pretty dang soon, and I should probably get ready for that. Mentally. Emotionally? Philosophically. Parenthetically. Actually, that last one works, because it's got the word 'parent' in it! (English is weird; I don't envy your having to learn it.)
I'll leave this draft open to see if I have any amazing maternal insights through the rest of the day.
- If you keep your floss next to your desk, you're more likely to floss when you don't feel like working!
Excellent. I'm sure you'll use that at some point.
We'll talk soon.
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