Last week James and I decided to start moving the adoption process forward by calling people in different agencies and asking questions. We thought it made sense to start building our understanding and getting prepared. That way if we felt like adoption was the right path for us in August, we'd be ready to move forward. All systems go.
Before I continue, it must be mentioned that since we got back from our Christmas R&R we have had VERY few duck and covers. Maybe 3. And it had been at least 3-4 weeks since the last one. In fact James and I were cooking dinner on Tuesday night when James commented, "I can't even remember the last time we had a duck and cover."
Back to the adoption story. It's later Tuesday night, and after talking to a lawyer friend here in Baghdad who had adopted two children, we decided we needed to talk to LDS social services. Not about adopting through them, but to use them (potentially) as our social worker in case we adopt through foster care.
We got on skype and called a nice man named Rob. The connection was decent (shockingly) and we were just getting past the niceties and to the part where we say, "We'd love to provide a safe home for some children" when all of a sudden....
RRRREEEERRRRRRRRRRR.......(siren sound, right?) RRRRRRRREEEERRRRRR...Duck and Cover, this is not a test... Get away from the doors and the windows.
...goes off.
James and I look at each other in shock and then I try to explain to the guy, um, don't worry if you hear a high pitched shrieking sound telling us to duck and cover. They're just shooting rockets at us.
"So back to giving us some of your kids..."
Rob seemed a little confused and we told him to just try to ignore the sound, that we were OK and could keep talking. We told him they shoot rockets at us all the time and it was OK.
His comment?
"I can't wait until I go home. This is going to be the most interesting dinner conversation EVER!"
It's all about perspective.
Before I continue, it must be mentioned that since we got back from our Christmas R&R we have had VERY few duck and covers. Maybe 3. And it had been at least 3-4 weeks since the last one. In fact James and I were cooking dinner on Tuesday night when James commented, "I can't even remember the last time we had a duck and cover."
Back to the adoption story. It's later Tuesday night, and after talking to a lawyer friend here in Baghdad who had adopted two children, we decided we needed to talk to LDS social services. Not about adopting through them, but to use them (potentially) as our social worker in case we adopt through foster care.
We got on skype and called a nice man named Rob. The connection was decent (shockingly) and we were just getting past the niceties and to the part where we say, "We'd love to provide a safe home for some children" when all of a sudden....
RRRREEEERRRRRRRRRRR.......(siren sound, right?) RRRRRRRREEEERRRRRR...Duck and Cover, this is not a test... Get away from the doors and the windows.
...goes off.
James and I look at each other in shock and then I try to explain to the guy, um, don't worry if you hear a high pitched shrieking sound telling us to duck and cover. They're just shooting rockets at us.
"So back to giving us some of your kids..."
Rob seemed a little confused and we told him to just try to ignore the sound, that we were OK and could keep talking. We told him they shoot rockets at us all the time and it was OK.
His comment?
"I can't wait until I go home. This is going to be the most interesting dinner conversation EVER!"
It's all about perspective.
That is awesome. Good perspective. Good laughs for us. I pray for your safety.
ReplyDeleteThat is too funny, but not really!
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