Sitting here

So, I'm searching back through Ange's blog over at theroadtovietnam reading about her time lines and hoping and praying that I get my letter of invitation on the 17th like she did and lo and behold she is simultaneously commenting on my blog to hang on just a bit longer... that she was impatient and losing it a week or so before her letter as well.

What would I do without my sweet friends, pulling me back from the edge, over and over.

Dossiers go to Vietnam a month apart, in October and November of 2006,
and referrals arrive a year apart, August 28th 2007 and September 2 2008.
Figure that one out while thanking God
because sweet Owen makes the waiting real.
Go see for yourself.

While I was over at "theroad" I tripped across this beautiful poem that our agency sent out a gazillion days ago. It didn't cite an author, so if you know the author pass it on.

And enjoy.

With Love to Adoptive Parents

You cannot change the truth
these are your children
but they come from somewhere else
and they are the children of those places
and of those persons as well.

Help them to know all about their past
and all about their present.
Help them to know that they are from extended families,
that they only have one set of parents
but that they have more mothers and fathers…

They have grandmothers, godmothers,
birthmothers, mother countries and mother earth.

They have grandfathers, godfathers,
birthfathers and fatherlands.

They have family by birth and by adoption
they have family by choice and by chance.

Childhood is short
They are our children to raise.
They are our children to love
and then they are citizens of the world.
What we do to them creates the world that we live in.

Give them life.
Give them their truth.
Give them love.
Give them all that they came with.
Give them all that they grow with.

Your children do not belong to you
But they belong with you.
You cannot keep from them what is theirs
But you can keep loving them.
You do not own your children,
But they are your own.