A year has passed since that day and I surely never thought that our son still wouldn’t be home with us. We spent eight months out of the last twelve just waiting because of bureaucratic red tape: eight weeks waiting for our state child abuse clearances to be issued, twelve weeks waiting for our USCIS I-800A approval, and twelve weeks waiting for random extra checks to be performed on our paperwork by our son’s government. And after all of this, a few more months still have to pass before we think this adoption will be final.
When I first saw our son’s photo, he was a baby, tiny and adorable and so helpless. Now he is a toddler who has grown and learned so much. He’s almost walking, he’s stomping his foot when he doesn’t like something, he’s potty-trained. His confidence has increased and he has favorite toys. He eats well and he sleeps well and, like us, he is waiting for our family to be together. I am so thankful that we got to follow his development from afar over the last year with frequent updates, photos and videos from our agency, but I am also incredibly sad we are missing so much time together.
My mother-in-law recently put it very well when she said, “I can tell how much you are pining for him.” Yes, we are, he is our son and we need him home.