
After untangling 12 strings of lights, bubble-wrapping about 100 ornaments, packing up 27 boxes of miscellaneous decorations, dragging 2 Christmas trees to the curb and vacuuming needles till the cows came home -- I have completed the dreaded clean up after Christmas.
It took me the entire day, but God it felt good. Cathartic, really. You see, this is the third (count 'em -- 3rd) Christmas that I've been waiting for Libby Doodle Doo. This 3rd one was the killer one for me.
Back in 2005 during my first Christmas waiting for Libby Doodle Doo, I was still under the delusion that I would be getting Miss Libby the following Summer. I was happy and optimistic in my Naiveté.
At Christmastime, 2006 I knew all about the wait but was convinced that my turn would come sometime around July or August of 2007. The trends of 2006 were pointing to that completion date. I remember writing in the Dec 05 Yahoo board, "Well at least we can say that this is the LAST Christmas that we'll be waiting for our children."
And now in 2007, I have Libby's photo. I have a travel date. I should be happy and excited. But honestly I've found myself caught off-guard throughout this holiday season by a feeling of sadness. Sad that my agency has taken so long to get us to China -- while other agencies have had their clients travel and already returned with their children. Sad that Little Zo Peep has missed another Christmas to celebrate with her little sister. Sad that during the time that has passed since my referral in November, my Libby Doodle Doo may have cut her first tooth, learned to crawl, maybe even taken her first step -- milestones I may have missed. Sad that I have not yet had the chance to hold this precious child in my arms, to listen to her gentle breathing as she falls to sleep on my chest, to smell her clean, fresh baby smell.
So today on December 30th , I swept Christmas out of my house and out of my life so that I could welcome

This new year will be one of Little Zo Peep and Libby Doodle Doo -- filled with good times and challenging transitions, and family and lovely memories.
I even had enough energy at the end of my Christmas cleanup to unpack Libby Doodle Doo's new stroller, her car seat and her high chair. I moved the high chair into the kitchen -- ready for Miss Libby Doodle Doo. Serious nesting has just begun. I'm going to start packing tomorrow.
I can't wait.
1 comment:
Sadly, your story could have been written by me... except for the joy of Zo Peep at Christmas. I started my adoption when it was 6 months to referral and slowly it has creeped to where in a few days I hit the 22 month wait without even certainty that I will spend next Christmas with Tate. I am ready for 2008... I have the naivity that this hopefully will be my year to realize my dream of being a first time mother at 51 yrs old.... YIKES!
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