What a strange pleasure it is to go through the hardships that bring a child into your family. I remember when I was pregnant with Caroline, there was a certain pride that came with my complaints of swollen feet and a big stretched belly. One night in an accounting class, I endured intense contractions every 6 minutes, and excitedly wrote the time of every painful one on a sheet of notebook paper.
Lately, we have been full speed ahead on pursuing our adoption. We’ve visited doctors, called insurance agencies, panicked over lost birth certificates, and began our “adoption education” curriculum. Like the days of pregnancy, it’s really nothing too bad – but there is a sweet joy in complaining about these “labor pains.” Sometimes, when I let worry get the best of me, I smile and think of the stories I will tell this little one. “Oh, how we worked to get you home! One little detail would go wrong, and my heart would break! Do you see these big notebooks filled with the work we did preparing for you? Do you know how happy we were to save any penny we could to get you home? Do you know how hard we prayed to finally have you in our arms?”
Didn’t someone once say, “nothing good comes easily?” In this case, I guess it’s true. I have to admit that there is something sweet about our current labor pains.