Aaahhh, finances. Yes, every corner of your life must be examined before you can take home a child. This blog post will be short and sweet, as I really just wanted to post this Financial Statement that we were required to fill. It's just an informative tidbit for those hoping to adopt, just so you are prepared for the microscope. I really have a love/hate relationship with a lot of the things we are required to do and here's why. I feel like any schmo can go out and get pregnant (...okay, well obviously not ANY schmo...), and yet we have to report our car payments and checking accounts and health insurance, and what we spent on Cheetos last month (okay, that may be a slight exaggeration, but only the part about the Cheetos). On the other hand, I know the county wants to make sure prospective adoptive parents have the means to support their children, and this is all done to protect them. I do understand that, and I think it's necessary. Social workers get a bad rap, and we have been blessed to have some really great ones who I know for a fact have these kids' best interest in mind. SO....even though it may sound like I'm complaining, I'm really not. I do think this financial statement is interesting, though. Maybe every couple choosing to have children should fill out a sheet like this....maybe it would make them take things a little more seriously. That said, I really think that we are never completely prepared to have children in any way, and if we knew the reality of what it was going to cost us (and I ain't just talking money), maybe a lot more people would choose to not have children! And that would be a shame. Frankly, it is hard, and it is expensive and it will give you wrinkles and grey hair, but it will give you joy and fulfillment and love you didn't know possible. It will stretch you and improve you in so many ways, and when you think you just aren't a good enough parent, you will find that you are. And sometimes, those sacrifices we make, including financially, become some of the most memorable, character-building times of our lives--ones we wouldn't trade for anything, not even for the thrill of not living paycheck-to-paycheck.