I’m feeling really frustrated about finalization. Our agency sat around with their thumbs up their butts for more than 2 months not bothering to respond to our lawyer’s request for post-placement reports and other legal docs so that she could file for finalization. I’m thinking that since we already paid them we were no longer their priority. Hrumph.
The lawyer filed, forgot a document, filed that, spent 2 weeks fixing bizarre little things so that they were just the way this county wanted them. I found out today that they officially accepted our application 2 weeks ago – though we were eligible, and had our post-placement report in hand – on February 2nd. So we’re 2 weeks into a 2-3 month wait for a court date. Roo will be a year old at the end of July, and at this point it’s a race to see which will happen first.
I’m aggravated at myself that this is getting to me. It’s nothing but bureaucratic nonsense – nothing legal. But I want this done. I want to stop being my son’s foster mom.
On another note, I can’t stop thinking about Mother’s Day. I’m surprised at how emotional I’m feeling about the whole thing. I’m excited that Mother’s Day is our day this year too, of course, and I’m busy thinking about the ways I can tell my wife what a beautiful, rockin’ mom she is.
But I can’t stop thinking about Miranda, about how much she’s probably dreading this Sunday. I’ve been writing her card in my head for weeks, trying to figure out how I can say thank you and tell her what she means to me without it sounding like I’m saying thank you for a birthday present. Roo was not a present to us. But he is a gift. Can I say that without sounding totally maudlin? It’s true. I don’t know how to tell her what I mean.