The Second Class

I already posted about our second class, so I just copied what I wrote before and pasted it below:

I'll go on to the second class. We had an adoptive father come to speak to us about the waiting that's involved. He and his wife waiting 2 years before they were matched. It was great to hear about his struggles and frustration of waiting, but it's also good to hear him and the two ladies from the previous week talk about how it is so easy to look back know and see how the wait was worth it and designed how God intended. He had a few options prior to the baby they were matched with but decided that those other babies weren't right for them. When they see those other children now they look at them and can see why their child is their child, and why the children they decided not to adopt were meant for another couple (they all get together each year for a picnic). Anyways, until I heard the phrase "When it's meant to happen, it will" coming from these other adoptive parents, I HATED that saying, or sayings like it. It wasn't so much the saying, it was the knowing that the person who it was coming from was trying to give advice in an area they knew nothing about.

One other thing he mentioned last week that made me feel so much better was while they were waiting to adopt, his wife could be around some mothers and their kids and not others. That made me feel SOOOO much better, because I couldn't understand why it is no problem for me to hang out with some mothers and their kids and not others. It was good to know that maybe this is a normal feeling.

I am still confident that God has already chosen our baby for us. The waiting is difficult, because it could happen tomorrow or it could happen next year. And it feels like it has been a year already! So since that second class I have had more assurance and peace about the "when", even if it doesn't happen as fast as I want it to.

What have changed since that second class are my feelings toward pregnant women and new moms. Since my last post, I no longer feel the desire to avoid them. It is a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I attribute this mainly to my two dear friends for reaching out to me. My heart was jealous, and although it may have been "normal", it was no fun to have those feelings! I look forward to reporting this same new acceptance in future posts.