Two years ago we were two days from boarding a plane to Ukraine.
So so much has happened in two years. So much has changed.
One thing has stayed the same though. God has been faithful through our adoption process, adding three new kids, countless hours of advocating, IEP meetings, doctor appointments, neuropsychological evals, lawyers, therapies, a new school, moving, paying two mortgages, finally selling our house, a difficult pregnancy, choosing to homeschool all of the kids, a new baby...
We've crammed a lot into two years.
I had it all planned out...
Those plans crashed and burned.
I've learned a lot. If I could go back and say something to myself two years ago it'd be something like this:
This isn't going to go at all like you planned, but you're not making a mistake.
People you respect, trust, and are depending on will hurt you. Remember your kids are worth it. You are changing the course of their lives. The devil doesn't like that so he will throw hell at you in many forms.
Give it back.
It will be harder than you ever imagined.
You will want to give up.
You will have a few good friends left. Treasure them.
You are doing a better job than you think you are.
Be kind to yourself.
Try to take time to enjoy the kids more.
Drink more wine. (You're gonna need it)