In the Present Moment: Last picked

Were you ever that kid that always got picked dead last for a team?

I was.

All throughout grade school and middle school I was picked last.

Always last.

Why?

1. Because I was fat

2. Because I was a dork

Thankfully I went to a high school for "gifted" kids where there was no gym requirement and no playground and no recess...and if there were teams to be picked it was generally for something academic where I was usually one of the first picked because I was smart.

But I never forgot how it felt to be picked last.

Nobody wanted me.

And I wasn't really picked, I was just what was leftover and someone had to take me for his/her team.

I'm kind of feeling that way today.

Another couple in the adoption process who used the same agency we're using got matched a few days ago. 12 days after all of their profiles "went live."

12 days.

It's been a little over 2 months for us.

Please don't get me wrong - this couple is WONDERFUL and I AM really excited for them. Truly - I can't think of nicer people who I am sure will be great parents. They're young and seem really sweet. I am sending them lots of positive energy that their adoption will go smoothly and I do truly look forward to reading more about their journey.

But for the moment I'm feeling a little sad and sorry for myself and for Chris.

We haven't been picked yet. Lots of activity - lots of somebodies looking at our profiles, but passing over us to choose someone else.

Will we be picked last?

Will anybody want us for their team?

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