Well, the time has come.
For those of you that know me or who have followed this blog for any duration, you know that we're in the process of adopting kids. It's been a long process for us, but everyone else has said that it's gone really quickly. But after what has seemed like an eternity, we got a phone call this morning.
We're meeting our kids on Friday.
I can't and won't go into much more detail about them, but I can tell you that it will take a couple more meetings before they're ours, and we're ready. They have a room, they have clothes, they have toys, and they have a life, all waiting at our house. These next couple of months will undoubtedly be very hectic and busy, but I don't think I've ever looked forward to anything as much as I look forward to this.
I'm going to be a father.
Now here's the bad news. Because of the nature of the adoption, it takes about six months for it to be finalized. That means within that six months, the kids could be removed from the home for any number of reasons, and none of those reasons would have anything to do with us. It's a slippery slope, and I think in the back of our minds, we'll have a tiny spot of fear until the adoption is finalized.
But for me, I have different things to worry about. This blog, my Twitter, my Facebook, and every other online presence I stake claim to has been an outlet for me over the past couple of years. When something happens, or a memory strikes, I tell you about it. I try to be humorous in doing that, sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don't. But when it all comes down to it, this blog, and everything else, is just an outlet. Over the last couple of weeks, I've been in serious thought over how an outlet might be perceived to someone else while we're in the "trial" period of adoption. I've wondered about the possibility of me saying something unintentionally, randomly, or off the cuff, and someone else taking it the wrong way, and being upset enough about it to bring it to the attention of a case worker or state employee. I've thought about DHS coming into our house and saying, "Mr. Sloat, you said something negative about cats on Twitter, and we saw it. We're taking the kids." I've thought about what that would do to my family, and I've made a decision.
This will be my last blog until the adoption is final. I will also be staying away from Twitter and Facebook until it's final. I will be limiting my online presence to occasionally snooping around Facebook and maybe sending someone a DM every once in a while. If you're VERY lucky, I might comment on your blog. And I'm doing this for three reasons. The first is listed above, and the second is that when we get the kids, I'm going to want to spend as much time as possible with them. Thirdly, I'm going to write a book. It's essentially going to be a book of stories, some of which I take from this blog, others you've never heard. All in all, I think I'll be busy enough without having to be online 23 hours a day.
So consider this a blog goodbye, and of course if you want to contact me there is always email. I'm a texting fiend, so you can do that as well, and make no qualms about asking for my phone number. I truly hope that six or seven months from now I can hop back on this site and let you all know how happy I am to announce that we have had the opportunity to officially change the last names of two kids who are getting a second chance.
And of course to tell you about my first six months as a parent.
Wish me luck, friends.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Going...Going...Gone. (But I'll Be Back)
I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.