Monday, March 08, 2010
The unexpected things are the best.
There are plenty of fantastic blogs on lifestyle and yoga and children--and other stuff I enjoy--so I try to post purely on food here. But I wanted to share a bit of my life, and something I've been humming with for the past few months.
When I met the man I live with, we both knew we wanted to adopt. We'd spent a month in India, working with children there, and left with the solid belief that every child deserves a family. Years later, thinking of the thousands of children without families, it seemed silly to create another person to live with us. We decided to adopt internationally, and began the process.
Then, somewhere in the Puerto Rican rainforest, coquis chirping in the darkness outside, I woke at 4:00 a.m. with the distinct feeling that I was pregnant. And I was. And I had not planned to be.
I took deep breaths, nodded vigorously in my surprise, and decided that yes, this was the way it would be. More travel and several months later, my daughter was born into my arms, in a tiny Los Angeles apartment. She has been the most intense and amazing blessing I've ever witnessed. Because of her, there is a well of gratitude in me for treasures of rocks and sticks found in pockets, and laughing over tea in the afternoons, and waking to a sweet drowsy face every morning.
It's the same gratitude that fills me with expectation for what we're going to do next, and I'm so happy to begin it.
We are working toward becoming a foster family, fostering infants and young children, with the eventual hope of adoption.
After hours of parenting education classes, CPR and First Aid certifications, and stacks of paperwork, we're at the final step. The whole process has been surprising and a little crazy, but it all feels really joyful, and I'm incredibly grateful that we're able to do this.
The last bit is the homestudy, which I'm sure will be an adventure. I'm already thinking of the cake I'll bake (Italian Cornmeal, of course), and what sort of tea to serve, and which flowers to put on the mantle. That's all ridiculous stuff, I know, but imagining the trivialities keeps me from viewing this as monumental and terrifying!
Many vegans are interested in adoption, so I'll certainly post about the homestudy in detail. I wonder if they'll look in my refrigerator, or ask how I get my protein, or raise an eyebrow and inspect my kid for signs of deficiencies. I guess we'll see; it should happen in the next two months. Cross a few fingers for me.