I was aware that now begins a journey that will shape me forever. I was so excited before this appointment, yet deep in my heart I already suspected that this is my way to start a family. I felt that this is my mission in this life. I was here, in this world, to find my soul children. After the appointment at the Youth Welfare Office, we spent the next few weeks filling out paperwork, making doctor’s appointments, copying bank statements and proof of earnings. And to attend the seminars where adoptive parents are trained for their life with an adopted child.
Since I am a person who likes to share her life with others, I naturally told everyone who wanted to hear it (or not) about our plan. It was interesting to see the reactions I got. The whole range from “Oh, you don’t know what you’re getting” to “I think that’s great!” were represented. The sentence I heard and hear the most was “Well, I couldn’t do that”. Fortunately, what distinguishes me is that I go my own way without paying too much attention to the opinions of others. Nevertheless, during this time I began to learn to take good care of myself, my limits and my well-being.
Of course, the words of those around me did not leave me untouched. And at the latest when we filled out the questionnaire, we were forced to look even deeper into the topic of “I take in a foreign child”.
We decided to give a home to a child who was already a little older.
Excitingly, I noticed in myself that I had few fears of contact. At the time, I thought that maybe it was because I had developed an attitude internally through my profession. In the meantime I know that this way just felt right from the beginning and I had and have a deep trust that this way is right and good.
14 days after our last seminar day, I was just standing next to my car in a parking lot, when the longed-for call came. Our responsible co-worker said that she had a little girl to whom we would be a very good match. She gave me a date when she would tell us something about the girl’s story and after that we could decide if we would like to meet her. My “What’s her name?”, “How old is she?” Where is she from?” She rebuffed with a laugh. “We’ll see you at the youth welfare office and then you’ll find out everything!”. Now it was time to wait. I was on my way to becoming a mother of a girl.