Changes

When people ask me how my summer is going I tell them that it has been busy. What I’ve been busy doing I’m not quite sure. It’s all been enjoyable and relaxing and selfish. Mr. Something reassures me that it’s exactly how my summer break should be. Our Tiny Human Project rested quietly in the background as I soaked in life as a childless adult. This week everything changed. The unfortunate passing of Mr. Something’s grandfather brought us out of state to see his extended family, many of whom we have not seen since our last visit ten years ago. Among his extended family we met the almost three year old daughter of his cousin. A cousin whose life is not on a positive path. A cousin that has turned his back on his three year old daughter and left his mother to raise her. We don’t know the whole story. We just know that the parents of this beautiful little girl have misguided intentions and somehow don’t see the treasure that they have in this little girl. Her grandmother is doing her best to care for her, some say reluctantly. All I know is that meeting this precious girl, seeing where she is living and knowing that she’s not getting the life she deserves changed something in me. It changed so violently that the day after we returned I found myself crying at the dining room table knowing that my heart was breaking as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness washed over me.  I needed to do something and I needed to do it now. I don’t know if there is anything we can ever do to help that sweet little girl but the Tiny Human Project now has a face and a name. In my mind I’ve redecorated our second bedroom for her and there are now adoption agency tabs open in my internet browser. Mr. Something and I decided that it is time to pursue licensing. We need to immerse ourselves in those 33 hours of classes to learn more, to know more, and to reaffirm that this is the path for us. Stepping forward.