Begin with the end in mind

Wednesday morning I woke up at 5:30 with a feeling of dread.  My plan was to get to the US State Department right at 8:00 to pick up our Chinese adoption papers (aka our dossier.) From there I had to find a place to make copies of the entire 84 page document then head over to the Chinese embassy and submit them for the final authentication step. Before the day even started I had an ominous feeling that it wasn't going to go well.

So, I did what I have always been taught to do: I prayed. I asked God to help make the day go smoothly and that I would get things done quickly and completely and then I set out.

When I got to the State Department it was just after 8:00 and there was already a line, but it was short. I was in and out in about 15 minutes. I asked a security guard where the nearest copy shop was and he directed me to a bookstore but they were not open. I used the map app on my phone and walked to three other shops, all of which were out of business. Finally, just after 9:00am, I found a UPS store. The gentleman at the counter said, "I've seen this before, I know how to do it." Then he informed me that he would charge $1 per page because he was not allowed to remove the staples. If he removed the staples and re-stapled them then the Chinese embassy would reject the dossier because it would look as though it had been tampered with. Since he was the only game in town I begrudgingly agreed to pay the $1 per page. Then he said to come back in an hour.

It was 10:00 by the time I got my papers back. I had lost 1 hour 45 minutes and $84 getting the necessary copies of our dossier. But I kept my chin up, I needed to head to the embassy and get this done and, darn it, I was going to get it done that day!

I plugged "Chinese embassy" into my map app and drove to the address it provided. The internet failed me again but I didn't realize it until I parked 2 blocks away from the wrong building, walked around for 10 minutes, and had to ask someone for help. It turned out I had driven to the apartment building where they house the Chinese ambassadors.

So, I walked back to my car and drove another 15 minutes to the correct location. It was just after 11:00 when I took a number and waited to be helped. I will never forget my number, B585, because I stared at it for 3 long hours. As I sat there, my anxiety rose steadily. Autumn was staying at a friend's house and I had expected to be back by lunch time. My friend was so nice about it and said she could stay longer. I was worried about getting home in time for the older two to get home from school. Also, there was rush hour traffic to worry about.

As I was sitting there CNN was playing on the televisions in the embassy. It was right in front of me so I couldn't help but watch. They were reporting about the little boy who was taken by an alligator and alternating that with the Orlando shooting and speeches by the current presidential candidates. It was incredibly depressing.

Finally, at approximately 2:00 my number was up. I went up and gave the lady our dossier. She proceeded to shuffle through them and scrutinized each page. She found one page (not an original) that was not up to their standards, handed back the entire pile of papers and rejected my submission. I had to go make a new copy of that one page and return and take a new number.

The embassy is open until 5:00 so I decided I was not going home without getting this done. No way, no how. So I found a FedEx store two blocks away and redid that one page and headed back to the embassy. Little did I know, their business hours are until 5:00 but they stop handing out numbers at 2:30. It was 2:42 when I made it back. There was no way I could get it done that day.

I walked out into the bright sunlight of the afternoon and wanted to scream with frustration. Also, I was so starving that I was almost ready to eat my own arm. I called Keith and told him that I was going to grab a quick bite to eat and then head home. That wonderful man had picked up Autumn and was home waiting for Noah and Allison's school bus.

The nearest restaurant was Einsteins Bagels. As I was entering I lost my composure and started crying. This was not just a sniffle and a few tears, but full on sobbing, ugly, uncontrollable crying. I couldn't even pull myself together enough to order food so I found a table in the corner and put my head down on my arms.

After a few minutes, one of the employees came and sat next to me and put her arm around me. She asked me what was wrong and I told her I was having a bad day. She asked if I had eaten that day and I told her I hadn't since 6:00 that morning. She asked what I wanted and I said I didn't know, maybe just a plain bagel with cream cheese. She said no, that I needed a real meal and proceeded to make me a sandwich with chips and a drink. I offered to pay and she said, "no, it's free. I just want you to have a good day." She was right when she said that I would feel better after I had something to eat.

The kindness shown to me by these strangers helped to ease the frustration and emotional exhaustion of the day. That morning I had prayed that things would go smoothly, but they didn't. The Lord had a different plan. He used my bad day to create an opportunity for someone else to do good. It was truly a humbling experience.

As I went to my car Keith sent me this text. -------------------------->

How blessed I am to be surrounded by people who help me to begin with the end in mind.

The next morning I went back to the embassy and our dossier was accepted.

Always Carry Cash

This week I have been working on our dossier for our next Chinese adoption. The process isn't too difficult, it just has a LOT of steps. I had to collect 20 different documents including things like police clearances, home study, medical certifications etc. The Chinese government knows more about us than we know about ourselves. This packet of 20 documents has to go through a serious of authentications. Not every page has to go through every step so that can be tricky to navigate. But, most of the papers go through this process:

Public Notary witnesses the original signature
County Clerk authenticates that the notary is legit ($1 per document)
Secretary of State authenticates that the county clerk is legit ($2 per document)
US State Department authenticates that the Secretary of State is legit ($8 per document)
Chinese Consulate authenticates that the US State Department is legit ($25 per document)

It's INSANE. Last go round we paid the adoption agency extra to take care of all the authentication steps and it was worth every penny. (We have a different agency this time and they don't offer that service.) This is an unbelievable amount of legwork.

On Monday we got the last piece of the puzzle so I could start this marathon of authentication. Autumn and I took all the papers to the Howard County Clerk's office then drove to Annapolis to the Secretary of State. I was feeling pretty good about my paper pushing abilities until I got home and double checked everything. I had ONE letter that was notarized in Baltimore City. The Howard County Clerk overlooked that little detail (so did I.)  I had Howard County vouching for Baltimore City which they have no authority to do. It also invalidated my Secretary of State authentication. (Yay! Another 45 minute drive to Annapolis!)

So, today I drove to the Baltimore City Courthouse and it was very......well, interesting.

Howard County only accepts checks, the Secretary of State only accepts credit cards, and (you guessed it) Baltimore City only accepts cash. I didn't know about that last part.

I never carry cash. I literally did not have ONE DOLLAR to pay for this letter to be authenticated.

The lady at the Baltimore City Courthouse directed me to the nearest ATM 2 blocks away. I went to that location and the building was closed for construction. At this point, it was approaching lunchtime and Autumn was complaining that she was hungry and I REALLY had to pee.

I found a little deli to buy Autumn a snack and got up to the register but there was a minimum $5 charge for debit card purchases. I either had to buy 3 bags of chips or none at all. I put the chips back and we hit the potty. When we came out of the bathroom a nice man who was behind us in line had bought Autumn her chips. The kindness of this stranger was the only thing that kept my head level.

We found ourselves wandering around downtown Baltimore in search of an ATM. Finally, I found one in a little Chinese restaurant down a dodgy-looking ally. By this point we were five blocks away from the courthouse. Autumn was as happy as a clam meandering along and munching on her BBQ potato chips without a care in the world. She really is such an easy going kid.

After returning to the courthouse we discovered that the lady who sent me to the ATM to get a dollar was on her lunch break. This is important because she had told me to come directly to her window so that I didn't have to wait in line a second time.

We ended up at a different person's window and he took my letter and he authenticated it for me. I tried to hand him my $20 bill to pay the fee and he said, "nah, don't worry about it."

Golden Handcuffs

We had to hire a financial planner. I never thought I'd see the day. Keith works a 100% commission job so that can make planning a little bit tricky. You never really know what's coming from month to month. Keith works hard and so, generally, he does pretty well. He has done so well that I got to stop working and go back being a stay at home mom.

For two years I spent a lot of time resenting Keith's job. I felt they asked too much of him, too many hours, too much pressure to perform, too many Saturdays. Despite the fact that, if it were not for this job, we wouldn't have our beautiful house, I would have to work, and we would still be a family of four.

Our financial planner told us that a lot of people in sales commission jobs get caught in a trap they call the "golden handcuffs." In other words, they have a good year and spend a whole bunch of money on stuff they don't need and then they have to work even longer hours to maintain their standard of living. He told us that, if we plan carefully, we can have an exit plan. I really liked the sound of that.

So we sat down and tried to agree on an exit plan, or at least a timeline for an exit plan. It soon became clear that my husband has no desire to change his career path. He is extremely happy and satisfied with his work.

Great. (sarcastic)

But then I thought again. Great! (not sarcastic) How many people can say that they LOVE what they do? How many people can make a good living doing what they love? It seems like a particularly rare gift. Our exit plan will, most likely, be retirement. I can handle that, I think..... as long as it's on a beach.

It's not always easy when I see other families taking day trips to the zoo or other fun places on Saturday when I am on my own with 3 (soon to be 4) kids. It's not easy putting the kids to bed by myself or having to hire a babysitter so I can take my son to basketball practice without two little girls whining that they are bored. The fact of the matter is that it's not hard to find things to complain about no matter your circumstances.

I'll admit, I've been in a funk with this lately. My strategy is to count my blessings.  It usually makes me feel better. Usually.

I am grateful that we have been able to avoid the golden handcuffs trap so far. But in our case, no handcuffs are required. Keith will keep working hard and giving his all to his job until he decides it's too demanding and he wants more time with the family. We will be waiting anxiously for that day.

I'm Jonah, and so are you

No! I don't want to! No! Well..........ok, fine.

We sat in those seats just yesterday

Recently, our family was invited to an information session at the adoption agency who helped us adopt our little girl. We were there to tell all about our journey and to answer questions.

In March of 2014 we were those people. A family came and spoke to the group and told of how they adopted their little boy from Ethiopia. He was so cute. I remember feeling awe and wonderment at this family formed out of tragedy. They had taken their own tragedy of infertility and their son's tragedy of not being with his first parents and turned it into something positive. I desperately wanted what they had.

A few weeks ago we WERE that family. I was super nervous. What would they think of us? Would they look at our family and wish they had what we have? That's what I was wishing when I was them. Would they think we were selfish for adopting a child when we already had two birth children? Would they ask hard questions? Or worse, no questions at all.

Would our three children behave themselves? They were fighting in the car on the way there and my husband and I joked that the people would see us and think, "never mind, we don't want kids after all."

I shared things with this group of strangers that I don't often share. We talked about our original plans to have children and how we had wanted six. We talked about secondary infertility and about what led us to adopt from China. I talked about post-adoption depression (just as real as post-partem depression, my friends.)

I talked about God and the role of faith on our journey. I said this to a room full of strangers. That was scary.

I wanted to tell them that we sat in those seats just yesterday. My favorite question was, "would you do it again?" I was so happy to say, "yes, we are already in the process!"

I would do it a hundred more times if I could.

I hope they invite us back to speak again.

Sometimes I feel nothing

I was raised in the Mormon church and have remained a faithful member into adulthood. One of my favorite aspects of my faith is the concept of personal revelation. We are encouraged to pray and talk to God as though he were sitting in the room with us. We have the opportunity to develop a personal relationship with God. It's kind of amazing if you really think about it.

Personal revelation can come in many forms. For me, I receive feelings of peace when I know I'm doing what's right. Sometimes I pray and the answer is no and I feel anxious or confused. Sometimes I feel nothing. Those are probably the most difficult times, when He doesn't answer.

Why didn't I get an answer? 

Heavenly Father wants us to choose for ourselves, that's why we have agency. If we go to Him with every decision He will sometimes withhold guidance. Is it because the decision we make isn't important enough for Him to intercede? I think not.

For example, in my single days I attended a scripture study class and we discussed this very topic at great length. The teacher was talking about marriage and choosing a spouse. He said that if you are dating someone and you think you might want to marry them and you pray, the Lord is not going to tell you yes. Is this because who you marry is not important? No. (Who you marry is a very important decision and if you were about to make a HUGE mistake I think God would probably let you know.) But, He won't necessarily tell you yes for a very good reason.

Sometimes in life there are too many unknowns for Heavenly Father to micromanage our every decision. The biggest variable is our own agency. If He tells us to do something and we screw it up then we are naturally going to blame God when it's really our own fault.

When Keith took his current job it set us on a very good path that led to a great community and allowed us to adopt not one but two kids from China. After we had dinner with the people who wanted to hire Keith I had a pit in my stomach for months. I didn't want things to change but I knew I had to support my husband and that it was the right thing to do. Did Heavenly Father make the decision for me? No. I had to choose for myself to do what I knew was right.

There have been periods of time since moving where I have felt angry and bitter and it's been hard on our family. If Heavenly Father had told us to move and take this job I could have very easily blamed Him for my unhappiness when the blame really fell on me. I get to decide to make the best of it. I get to choose to be happy and find the good. Instead of blaming God, I turn to Him for support and He's there. He's always there.

Yay!

It's not about the tiger

The world of door to door sales is cut throat. It's highly competitive. We lived it for 5 years, got out for 4 and have been back in it for 3 years and for the foreseeable future.

Not only is it competitive, but it's run mostly by youngish men. There aren't too many executives over 40 and no female ones that I've ever heard of. The combination of immaturity and testosterone make for an interesting culture.

Despite it's cultural downfalls, it is a great career path for a lot of people, my husband included. But, it hasn't exactly been easy on our marriage.

When he worked in a "normal" job he would come home and tell me all about everything. He talked about clients and about office politics and the people he worked with. Now, he comes home and tells me almost nothing and what he does tell me is about clients only. Is this because office politics don't exist? It's not. My theory is that he doesn't tell me because it's so pervasive that he doesn't want to upset me. The fact remains that he keeps things from me and so I have a hard time trusting him. I also don't trust the people he works for who created the kind of work environment that he feels he needs to conceal from his wife.

I saw a great quote the other day. It said something to the effect that trust is like a once perfectly smooth piece of paper. Someone breaking your trust is like crumpling the paper. It can be smoothed out but it will never be exactly the same as before.

From this perspective I share a story that is highly personal as I try to understand how we got to this point.

Every year my husband's employer throws a party. It's a formal affair with dinner and a casino theme and lots and lots of awards. The big wigs come and rub elbows with the little guys. It's something a lot of people look forward to and it was super important that I attend and show my support. I planned on attending. Then I found out that they were going to have a live tiger there for entertainment.

I'm not an animal rights activist but I felt super uncomfortable with this idea. It was supposed to be a surprise but I caught wind of it and expressed to Keith that I didn't want to go. He seemed hurt and angry with me. I felt hurt and angry that he didn't take my concerns seriously. Nobody did. He asked me what he had to do to make me feel okay about going to the party. I told him I wanted to know where they were getting the tiger. Was it a humane establishment? Did they have the proper permits? Was it legal? All we got was the run around. They said they were being secretive because it was a surprise. I didn't trust them.

Since I couldn't get answers I called an organization I consider to be the expert on the humane treatment of animals. My main goal was find out: 1) are there legitimate companies who rent out exotic animals for parties? 2) what are the laws in Maryland about this kind of business? 3) should I be concerned that the law is being violated? Some would say that PETA is a extremist group. Maybe they are and maybe they aren't but they were the only resource I had.

The representative I spoke to answered my questions. There are legitimate companies who rent out exotic animals for parties. These companies are technically legal, but it is not considered humane practice. Prince George's county requires a permit, which they didn't have. I had good reason to be concerned that the law was being violated. The main reason being the amount of secrecy surrounding the event. Once PETA got involved the tiger was sent back to where it came from and I became public enemy #1 in the eyes of everyone related to the event. I lost friends and the potential for future friendships.

I learned some things after everything went down that, had I known at the time, would have definitely changed the way I handled the situation. For example, they had a federal permit which might have superseded the county one.

In the end, I realized that it was never really about the tiger. It was about being kept in the dark, lied to and handled for so long that this plan veiled in secrecy made me automatically assume that it was not being done legitimately. If I had trusted my husband and his employers it wouldn't have made me so uncomfortable. The problem was that any trust I had was long gone by the time this occurred.

My husband really stood up for me. I'm grateful for that. His boss even apologized to me that they weren't more upfront and didn't take my concerns seriously. I know the real reason anybody at the company is nice to me at all is because of by husband. They want nothing to do with me. They love him and they know he's on my side no matter what so they tolerate me. Sometimes I wonder what they say about me behind by back but it's not a good train of thought.

I never really felt welcome attending my husband's work functions anyway so it's no big loss that I'm even less welcome. It hurts that he doesn't share things with me.