It's so awesome having someone who you know is in the game for you.
Someone who has a great batting average. Someone who knows the ropes. A great pitcher, and a great catcher. A veteran. The heavy hitter. The Babe Ruth.
The new adoption worker is the newest player in this game. The game we call the Adoption Journey.
Hooraaaaay!
We got the Oregon ICPC out in the field on defense. Outfielders smack calloused hands into dirt-filled mitts, clouds of dust slowly rise around readied shoulders. The pitcher, an experienced veteran, nods to the catcher, lowers his hat and digs his cleats into the mound.
A woman walks up to the plate, hitting her shoes with the wooden bat to knock the clods of mud off. She digs her toe into the depressed area, sets her left foot just behind, and raises the bat.
The look in her eyes is pure determination.
"I know how to nag." She tells me, with a confidence that makes me want to cheer.
That is just what I need right now.
Someone who you won't soon forget. Someone who can get right into their faces. Someone who can get the job done. Someone who doesn't give up.
The pitcher winds up, sneering, as he lets loose a wild and wicked curve ball.
Her eyes and her focus narrow in on the precious item in his hand.
When he lets it loose, she is ready.
Time slows down into miniscule fractions and the ball floats towards her. The crowds hold their breath.
She inhales deeply...
...and swings.
Suh-waang! Cuh-Rack!
Suh-waang battuh battuh!
Home run??
Too soon to tell.
But I like the odds. I feel the pendolum swinging into our favor. I feel the difference.
In this, the last inning of our final game,...we need a hit.
Suh-waaang battuh battuh!
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