My heart is full

I first started blogging when I began the journey through infertility so many years ago. It was definitely therapeutic, throughout the infertility and end of my marriage. Not knowing anyone else that had been through both, let alone either traumatic experience, it was my way of venting. A lot has happened since I lasted posted here almost two years ago. A lot. However, the name of this blog still fits. Although I can't quite divulge all the wonderful things that have happened since the last time I logged in, I can relish in the fact that my years and years of trying to become a mom, might just be coming true.

Teaching, I've learned, can be one of the most challenging and most rewarding professions. Now in my 4th year, I've found just how rewarding it can be. Another teacher on my grade level told me around a month ago, about a girl in her class, who she knew was going up for adoption. This girl is currently in foster care with another family at my school and will be up for adoption in just a couple of months. After contacting her social worker, the supervisor of foster care in the state I teach in, and the supervisor of foster care in the state I live in, I've got a long road ahead, but I'm up for the challenge. The crazy thing is, between the three different people that are aware of this case, all of them have said how they've never had someone contact them about adopting a particular child. So this is new territory for all involved, but you never know until you try. The timeline is very short and might not be possible, but I'm not giving up. I've been fighting for the past month to gather as much information as I can and to begin the process, and I'm going to keep fighting until this is over.

I know this girl was placed in the neighboring class for a reason. I know her teacher knew my story and my hope to be a mom for a reason. I know this is supposed to happen so that this girl can have a happy future and I can be the one to give her that. Not only is she smart, beautiful, and oh so sweet, but she is brave. Her past doesn't even begin to show through her kind heart and endearing personality. I hope and pray with everything I have, that everything will work out and that these professionals in charge of this girl's well-being and permanent placement, will understand my hopes, dreams, and heart.

I've only ever wanted to be a mom. And when I found out I couldn't the way that comes naturally to most, I prayed to become a mom just once. My just once sits across the hall from my every day and always stops to say hi.
I will wait for her...
I am more than willing to fight for her...
I am not complete, without her.