I know patience is often described as a virtue. I wonder if that is simply because it is so difficult.
Situations that are particularly relevant to us always heighten our sensitivity to related sights and sounds. Maybe I’m in a place similar to that experienced by women who are trying to conceive and feel as if they only see pregnant women wherever they go. With National Adoption Week all around us last week, and then today’s coverage of the placement order statistics (news confirming what many of us had already understood to be the case), it feels as if just as my own situation becomes particularly quiet adoption issues have assumed central stage in the national news agenda.
I am working on my patience, I really am.
My Social Worker has been away for a few days: she’s entitled to annual leave, I can hardly complain about that! Nevertheless, an inevitable corollary is the further reduction in the potential for any progress, however small.
Generally I think I am quite successful in replying positively and with a smile to the daily cautious questions of “any news?” and “have you heard anything recently”, explaining that no, there’s nothing to report just now, but it’s ok i wasn’t really expecting to hear anything, indeed there might not be any news for a while … I even joke that it’s good for me; I can never strengthen my patience muscles enough,
Underneath I sigh. I suspect my patience muscles may always benefit from additional exercise.
I do know that this is how it is and even, leaving aside the workload pressures on everyone involved, and the stresses of “the system”, that the adoption process needs to be this way: matching takes the time it takes. I know that ironically my jokey answers are actually the right ones too – it truly is important I learn to be as patient as possible.
I know these things, and one day I trust my time will come.
Until then … I will be patient.