There has been a lot rolling around in my head lately. About a lot of things and a lot of topics. I've come to the realization throughout this adoption process and throughout this past year in general: I have expectations. People have expectations of me. I am really good at setting up my expectations, and then evaluating myself and my effectiveness based on how well I'm meeting my own very high expectations. Some of this is good. It's what makes me good at what I do, accountable to others, and someone that people can trust. However, this also has a down-side: Unrealistic expectations. Or. Inflexible expectations.
I'm what you would call a "good girl". I follow the rules. I turn things in early (not on-time. early.) I show up early. I'm prepared. I finish things faster than others. I check things off my list in record time. I prioritize my shopping list so that I can shop in the order of aisle number - for efficiency, of course. I ride my bike in a straight line - point A to point B. There are no wheelies, circles, zig-zags. I'm on a mission. I make the right choice the first time. I follow directions. If there's a bar that's set, I'm going to finish it better and I'm going to finish it quicker.
(Anyone wanna be my friend? Ha!)
I'm learning that the "good" in "good girl" is not all good.
It took us over 10 months to finish our dossier and get it to our agency. I had to do it twice. Want to know the average time frame that it "should" take us? 3-6 months. I had that in my head from the start, and guess how that worked for me. It meant that every.single.time I was behind schedule, I took it as a direct hit to my effectiveness and good-"ness" as a person, whether the hold-ups were within my control or not.
There must be something wrong with me if I can't get it done quicker. This person's doctor letter only took them an hour. Mine's taking me days. Must make up time... must make up time. It was a race. A race I was losing almost every day.
Little did I know the things I would learn during these trying months. I can now say I'm thankful that I actually "learned".
I learned to breathe.
I learned to set goals, but to be realistic and willing to re-evaluate.
I learned to let go.
I learned to loosen my grip.
I learned that my journey is not the same as that of others.
I learned that I was creating a mountain out of a mole hill.
I learned to stop comparing myself.
I learned that "curious" people do not always equal "judging" people.
I learned that there is much to be learned in the process.
I learned there is much to be learned in unmet expectations.
I learned that I should not be defined by my speed or my "better-ness".
I learned I don't have to do it all on my own.
I learned that trials are sometimes when we learn the most about everything.
Without this long, 10 month struggle (that should have been half that long!), I would have missed out on good things. Precious things. I would have missed out on
community.
prayer.
being lavished with encouragement.
depending on others and having them come through in BIG ways.
the journey.
trials turning into triumph.
challenges turning into successes.
having to actually rely on faith.
letting go.
learning.
the support of others.
being a small piece of a whole.
opening my mind.
letting others step in.
asking for help.
being thankful.
the beauty of not actually being in control.
I could go on and on and on. I'm so thankful that I was whacked over the head early on in this process with the importance of taking a step back, putting things in perspective, and truly letting go. I don't freak out anymore when people come up to me and say, "Gosh, this seems like it's taking FOREVER!" or "How much LONGER do you have to wait?!" or "WHEN is your child going to finally get here?" Those questions would have sent me into a frenzy of negative self-talk about my ability to keep the process moving. I would have interpreted those questions as a comment on my effectiveness at paperwork, or understanding the process, or maybe I was just plain insane for starting this whole thing!
Not anymore.
Now I smile and revel in how much we've learned, and in how far we've come. It's not a race. It's not a sprint. We don't have to "hurry up and get there". Our adoption timeline is not a direct reflection of me. A faster timeline doesn't have to mean a better ending. We're not in this just to cross things off a list. This is our story, our family, our journey. I'm sure there will be prayers that are answered swiftly, and prayers that are answered after a long wait. I'm learning to be ok with it.
I'm calming down.
I'm relishing in the little moments. The little victories.
I'm at peace.
And gosh darn it, if I forget the spaghetti sauce my first time around, its ok to go back and get it!
P.S. I would highly recommend this book for all of us "good girls" out there.