16 PHOTOS: DRANTE;JULIARSTUDIO/ISTOCKPHOTO.COM
may/june 2018yogajournal.com.auBy Mary Beth LaRue
THE MOMENT I WAKE UP, I pad down the
stairs and stand in the nursery. Light
floods in through the window over the cot.
I glance at the Ganesha statues and
elephants I’ve nestled in every possible
corner in hopes of removing some of the
unseen obstacles that no doubt lay before us.
I will become a mum in the coming
weeks. Like most new mothers, I’m
nesting and excited and scared. Though
unlike most new mums, this baby is not
with me now. I haven’t had headphones
on my growing belly, sending early good
vibes from Van Morrison. I haven’t felt
any kicks. I haven’t seen any sure signs
of there you are.
That’s because my husband, Matt,
and I will be brand-new foster parents,
and we’re currently waiting for the call.
Every time the phone rings, my hand
goes instinctively to my heart. This
could be it. While all new parents have
no idea who they will meet until their
little being arrives, we are preparing to
foster children who’ll come into our
home for a week, a few months, a year,
and hopefully even longer, eventually
adopting a child—or children—
who will become part of our family.
And now, after holding more
anticipation than I could’ve ever
imagined, all we can do is wait.
Matt and I started the journey to
becoming parents last year. When we
didn’t conceive, we saw a fertility
specialist who recommended
intrauterine insemination (IUI) and
in vitro fertilisation (IVF). That
appointment was immediately followed
by another with a financial advisor,
who threw a lot of (big) numbers at us.
Because so much was still unknown—
we hadn’t spent that much time trying toThe gift of
How to find more freedom
by embracing uncertainty.