Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Post adoption life
But she is adopted. Thanks goodness. The System people have stopped calling. They've stopped asking for appointments. They've stopped making me frustrated and angry. CD's name was changed on the daycare roster. The first time I saw it I cried. Her new insurance card came. When I saw her new name, I cried. My parents made a donation in CD's honor to the Dave Thomas Foundation. When I saw the card addressed to CD with her new name letting her know that a donation was made in her honor, I cried. And put in in her Memory Book.
As I tend to do, I took on a new challenge. We have a new puppy and since I am home a lot during the summer, I am taking the summer to spend a good part of my time training him, taking puppy classes and taking him outside every two seconds. He is awesome. His name is Amos and he is part shitzu and part bijon. We chose this breed because my allergy ridden sons and I responded to this cross breed very well. They are relatively easy dogs to care for with a seriously delightful disposition, very little need for exercise, easy to train and good with children. So far, as expected, there are some challenges when Amos nips and house training in 90 degree heat when Amos does not want to be outside is not fun, but I expected challenges. I am a researcher. I knew what I was getting myself into. I am quite convinced that the work we put in to raising Amos in the next year will pay off for the next 15 or so. CD will grow up with a loving companion and if all goes well, he will be with her, and us, at least until she goes away to college. The whole family loves him, especially my eleven year old Z.
So life is not so different. But my shoulders no longer have any pain and I am sleeping much better at night. Life is good.