Me: "Huh? Oh...I'm a...well actually...it's hard to explain."
Person #1: "Oh, I get it...in between jobs at the moment? That's pretty common these days...bad economy and all"
Me: "Yes. I mean no. I mean ummm, yes it's a bad economy, but I'm a waiter. A professional waiter"
Person #1: "Really? That's cool. Like, you went to school for it or something? Which restaurant?"
Me: "Errrr, ahem, sort of. I don't think you've heard of it"
Person #1: "I've eaten at almost every place in this town...hit me - I know I've heard of it"
Me: "Yeah...actually...when I said I was a 'professional waiter', I actually didn't mean the food kind"
Person #1: Blank stare
Me: "It's kind of a long story...I've been a "waiter" for about 4 years. Actually longer. And I don't serve food. I serve...umm, impatience. Yeah. To myself. Along with a side of frustration and lack of communication and huge slice of rediculous life-on-hold pie."
I'm a professional waiter.
We have learned that Keira's referral will not be coming to us this week.
Maybe not even next week.
I'm not actually sure when it will come at this point. We're hearing rumors all over the place and they're not necessarily of the pleasant variety. And while we don't particularly hold fast to any one rumor...we do feel somewhat leery of what appears to be a process potentially being put on hold for the moment due to some changes. And please note: I hope we're wrong. Dead wrong. Nothing would make me happier than for those words to be dust in the wind next week while we stare at our little girl's picture.
I don't really know what else to say. We are disappointed. There's that. And it is frustrating and difficult and tiring...after all this time to make it to the proverbial "front of the line" only to be told that we might be waiting a while longer.
Well...we're professional waiters. So if there is one thing we have become exceedingly good at over these past four years...it's certainly and most definitely...
WAITING
Don't feel bad for us - please. There are so many people waiting and waiting in this process. We are anything but alone. Certainly you have to be more than dedicated and DETERMINED to adopt from this country in particular. (Leaving the name out intentionally) It's the marathon that never ends. (Again, hope I'm wrong there too) But you know, it's no use to pity us or for us to pity ourselves.
We have a beautiful boy who is growing and changing before our eyes. We have our faith in God - who cares over and handles every single thing we are going through and who is surprised by none of it. Timing is in His hands, not ours. We have solid friendships with people who support and love us. We have our family, and our pets. Life is good...
Just not quite complete...
Hi, my name is Christie...and I'll be your waiter today.
BTW - new post up over at Bringing Keira Home. The Rummage Sale is THIS WEEKEND! Whahoo!!
