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Step One

Some years back, I blogged about my husband and I considering adopting a child. Our son was still quite young back then and we didn't think it was the right time.  Now that he's a bit older (he turns 5 in May), we started discussing it again.  The outcome was that we are going to apply.  We have always wanted to take a child out of the child services system.  We want to offer a child a second chance at a loving stable home.
Being the class mom for my son's kindergarten class has been a big part of why it's come up again.  There are thirty children in his class and there isn't one kid, I don't like.  I love them all.  Even the ones that aren't well behaved - I can't help but love them because I've gotten a chance to get to know them and they are all so lovely in their own way.  I look at them and think it would break my heart if I found out that any of them were in a position that they weren't loved and taken care of at home.
I'm also really very sorry I didn't have a second child.  It's not that I can't have one.  I probably could, but we left it too long.  I'm not young anymore and there are so many things that can go wrong in a pregnancy for an older woman.  So, we're going to try to adopt and take a child out of the system instead.
If you have experience in this sort of thing and want to share a horror story or give me a word of warning, there is no need.  We've done our research.  We know it's not for the fainthearted.  We also know there is a chance we can be turned down.  It's far from a simple process, but the process starts tomorrow because we have our first appointment with a social worker to apply.
The process is a lengthy difficult one.  We know that, but we also just found out that our county is one of the first in the country that is trying out a new system that is supposed to be a lot faster.  What used to take a year or two is supposed to take about six months.  I'm not holding my breath on that.  I'll set my hopes on a year and go from there.
Tomorrow is step one.  I'll keep you posted on our progress.

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