The Hardest Part

I should add to my previous post that the hardest part of this whole moving thing is that our plans to adopt again are now on hold. The honest fact is that adoption is expensive and so is buying a house and we can't afford both at the same time. If you have been following my blog for awhile you know that we had intended to adopt two children from Rwanda, a toddler and a infant. Due to various reasons, mostly that we had made the mistake of wording our request for one or two related children we were matched with only one child. I am glad it worked out this way because our son is completely amazing. I can't imagine my life now without him. My heart also aches for the little faces that we saw at the orphanage, the ones that we left behind. We have not actually decided which country we will adopt from next time. We have been looking into the DRC and Lesotho and I have continued following adoptions in Rwanda. At least for Rwanda it appears that so many US agencies are advertising themselves as facilitating adoptions there (despite Rwanda not permitting any adoption agency staff to work in their country) that the number of prospective adoptive families have exploded. My guess is that the Ministry of Gender and Family Services is a bit overwhelmed by the stacks of files, at least I would be. I pray that this does not slow down the process, that the children who we saw will all find their forever families. As far as our family, I know we are not yet complete, I can feel it. In the meantime we will continue to assist in our childrens' birth countries the best that we can. I am also doing alot of thinking about how I could use my professional and personal experiences to improve the quality of living for orphans throughout the world. Perhaps some form of a consultation service for orphanages addressing the developmental and mental health needs of the children living there?