Controversial?

Doubt it, but thought I would peek an interest due to my post title.

Last night I happened upon a site where someone left a comment about how our society is so focused on "I want it now" that it's basically no wonder we feel somewhat rushed in the adoption process. That the longer it takes, the more anxious we become.

To the folks that say that, I respond with a gallant "no shit." The longer it takes, the more anxious I become. And it's not because of the said societal focus. In fact, when I read this particular comment, I thought one might even begin to think that the person who becomes anxious about the time this process takes is being selfish. Or has strayed from their faith because they want their child NOW.

I don't know everyone's story. I know a few stories, and I know my own. And guess what. I've wanted to love and cherish a little one for a long time. A long time. And I'm tired of waiting. I want my baby NOW. Indeed, I have other interests. I have other things I dwell on. There's other things I want in our fairly materialistic society. When I'm hungry, I want pizza. And I typically want that NOW. WITH a Michelob Ultra on the side. And maybe a salad with real ranch dressing.

But wanting my child, and feeling anxious when more and more boulders fall in my path, well, that's a completely different kind of want. There's really no comparison.

So to those of you who think we should all sit back and relax knowing that things will happen as
they should, I invite you to walk in a couple different sets of shoes. As for my own: this nasty set of green crocs featured upon my red-painted toes have walked through the painful journey of infertility. They moved on to the hopeful journey of adoption. And now they are walking through the piles of uncertain articles and stories of countries essentially closing their doors on international adoption. These crocs are carrying someone who is praying to God on a nightly basis that Ethiopia remains an open and available country. That we make it there in time to pick up our little one. The little one who we know and believe "it" is all worth.