The Struggle is Real
“How’s the adoption “stuff” going?”
This has been one of the hardest posts to compose. Let’s be honest. I started working on this last month and I’ve backspaced hundreds of composed words and still don’t know if this is the state of completion. Why has it been so hard to write an update?
Because it’s not an update at all but more an honest revelation that this struggle is real.
We are now walking through what is known as the “matching” process but I would rather call it The Waiting Game. It’s a matter of reviewing cases as they come and determining what might or might not be the best fit for our family.
There are a lot of details we receive and we’re both confident about our decisions, but that also means we have to keep waiting till we land on the right case, with the right criteria.
I can’t even remember what waiting means, anymore.
It is the definition of this era. I have been trained to expect short wait times in everything. When I was a child, my mum always yelled at me for my impatience. I found it so annoying.
Open that gift box, right now!
Eat that cake, right now!
Go outside and play, right now!
Instant gratification. I wanted to conquer without all the necessary steps but it’s difficult when I’m moving at the pace of instant and been given hope of the constant.
Patience is like a muscle memory. The more I practice it, the more it becomes second nature. (Also the reason why I can’t sit Indian style, anymore.) So that’s what S and I are doing. We remind each other, daily, that the waiting sucks but the hope hasn’t changed. We remind ourselves of all the other times in life we’ve had to do this “waiting” and realized it’s easy to forget the struggles.
Instant to Constant
There is a reason why people sacrifice 3 hours of life to stand in line for a bite of meat at the renowned Franklin’s BBQ.
Watch this episode below “BBQ With Franklin” if you have the chance. It is a true a lesson on what patience yields.
Aaron Franklin walks through the techniques behind his world-famous brisket. Everything from the ingredients, the treatment, the equipment, the science and finally, the wait. Nothing is left to chance and he takes absolutely no shortcuts.
Throughout the cooking, he constantly watches the gauge and adjusts the fire until the end of 12 hours, when the glorious brisket rises from the ashes and becomes fatty, golden, goodness. (I’m so hungry, now.) What I love most is his explanation of what a perfect brisket is (20:04). He knows, from experience and mastery, exactly how long it takes to achieve completion.
That is why he is called the best. He has full control of his creation and that excellence leads to a constant confidence in his art.
There is hope in the waiting. It comes from a place of understanding the result is already in store.
Sure, it’d be nice to have an Instapot for life, but it’s just not the same. The wait matters. The wait is needed. The wait never fails.
“For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.” -The Bible