Let me remind you that I do not dance (or sing) in public. I am tone deaf and rhythm challenged. But I am learning. But this dance that I am talking about is actually the adoption dance. With Bella's adoption....the week was broken down to the emotions that the day of the week evoked. The dance went sort of like this:
Monday: no communication with Belay so no new news was coming that day but the seed of hope would be planted. This was going to be the week that we got our referral, or court day, or we passed court (and when we didn't), or they fixed the problem.
Tuesday: a good day, hope was growing
Wednesday: the best because we would have a conference call if it was the end of the month or there was a really good possibility that good news was coming this day or the next
Thursday: disappointment taking root, would another week pass with no news?
Friday: crushed, I would have to wait another three days before news came.
Jason could tell the day of the week by how fragile my mood was. So the dance played out for the better part of the year. The hurry up to wait. The stalking the Gladney FBI or other blogs. Can't you see it as a ballet? Can't you see the building of tension mid week? The conductor waving the hands and the excitement building only to come crashng down for the weekend. The weekend was restorative and healing. Gosh, the only thing that kept me sane were the prayers, mine and those of dear friends.
This adoption is already playing out differently. I am learning a new dance. I must be getting to be a better dancer because this one seems a whole lot easier. I don't seem to be riding the waves up and down. I am filling my mornings with Bella activity, bible study, and cleaning (always cleaning). I am filling my afternoons with sports activities and listening to teenage happenings (and silent prayers for me to have the wisdom to say the right thing or better yet, say nothing.) I have learnied that our weekly update comes on Thursday. (What??? A weekly update???) So Thursday no longer means what it use to. That is one of the subtle differences. I am learning new steps. I am exercising muscle memory, too. Stay tuned and I will let you know if I make it to the finals.
So the next question...does the reputation of the school (being good) trump diversity or does diversity trump reputation of the school? I have to make a decision for Bella's school in the next 10 months. We live around the block from the elementary school that my older kids went to. Bella really would like to go there, also. I have already told her that she may not be going there (she may be one of maybe 3 AA kids in the whole school), that Daddy and Mommy must decide the best place for her and it may be different. I am thinking about applying to a school that has in the past had much more diversity (last year had 4 AA in the kindergarten class!) even though the school around the corner may (stress, may) be a little better. Hmmmm. Any thoughts? Any life experience? Fill me in.