My thoughts flow between impatience at the ever-so slow pace of getting our son, to being incredulous that we are seriously doing this, "at our age."
When I read about the milestones of fostering, particularly the part about being tired and exhausted - the self-doubt really kicked in.
I mean, in the eyes of many, this is the age we are supposed to be getting all comfy in those big easy rocking chairs, watching golden sunsets.
Instead, we face the rising sun, the arrival of our ten year old.
Why are we doing this? As some, who upon learning of our efforts to foster/adopt, have asked: are you insane!?!
Well, one thing that has happened with the passage of time for us is that we now know that part of our journey on this earth, perhaps the only part that really matters, is about what we do for one another.
How do we give back; how do we make this world just a tad bit better for having lived here.
Being two same-gender loving men, who lived and recall life before time's passage and the toll of AIDS on those we would have grown older with; we have witnessed much. We have much to share. What better way to share than with someone who has started life with so few around him.
So, if that makes us insane - then, yes - we happily are.
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