After one year and four months of work (and if you’ve ever committed all your being to something or someone, you know exactly what I’m talking about), today it was the first day when it was not about me anymore. Earlier in the day, I was forwarded an email from a woman who I don’t know, nor does she know me, asking a few pertinent questions about what I like to call our adoption (from a distance) process.
It was about me, when I started. About my dreams, about my fears. But I never wanted to keep it that way. I am, we all are, just a tool, a hand for help.
It’s not about me anymore. It’s about the children, and it was just about time.