It was just about one year ago. The 30 th of August, 2021. It was the first day of our vacation. We had just landed at the airport and were waiting for the shuttle to the resort. As we waited in line, we heard our messages. The latest case we had presented to had passed on us and chose another couple to place her child with. Then, our consultant had given us the news that the mother had not actually passed on us, as she had never seen our presentation. Due to the number of hopeful parents presenting to this woman, it had been decided she would only see have of the presentations at a time. She made her choice in the first half and chose not to see the rest. We were crushed. Our consultant had then gone on to say that we should all discuss tempering our expectations. We had been presenting to cases for three months at that time. With each case, we had found it was a highly competitive process. Each young mother choosing to place her child for adoption was seeing 20,30, sometime...
I am a 50 year old community and transportation planner who became a first time dad at the age of 46. Sharing the beautiful adventures, challenges, and observations of a late-in-life Dad balancing career and family