Back in 2000, my husband and I had been trying to have a child for a couple of years. We went through a few unpleasant and somewhat invasive procedures. We could have gone farther down the unpleasant procedures path, but decided against it.
While adoption had always been in the backs (and sometimes fronts) of our minds, we weren't quite sure if we were doing the right thing by not going along with these procedures. Were we wrong to not exhaust all possibilities of having a biological child? Luckily, we came across a mean little specialist who really turned us off regarding additional procedures. Really. It was a fortunate thing.
We then gathered information about adopting from China. Two years of filling out forms, sending money here and there (and sometimes, it seems, down the toilet), and experiencing moments of extreme doubt spread out before us. Our referral came with a photo of our child and all of that bad stuff just went out of the window (or down the toilet, with some of that money). I no longer had to hear the ticking of that damn biological clock.
Our daughter will be eight in February. We know every second that we did the right thing.
These pieces now hang together in our home. Here they will stay. They will not show up on Etsy.
My daughter came upon a wishing tree at a local Christmas tree festival. Slips of paper and ties were provided to write down a wish and tie it to the tree. My daughter's wish was for a baby brother or sister. Santa's not bringing that gift, kiddo!