Stress about it?
Use reverse phone number look up a million times trying to find out more information than what I just got?
The first time the phone rang is actually a pretty funny story. It happened a few weeks ago at 2 in the morning. But I didn't realize it had rung until that morning, or so I thought. My hubby said when it rang in the middle of the night I was mad at him and kept saying, "What is that noise? and Make it stop". I had no idea it happened. My explanation was that the phone we have dedicated to our adoption info is one of his old phones and still has his ring on it. So I must've thought his phone was ringing. I live with my normal phone on silent, but obviously, I never turn our adoption phone off. The morning I realized it had rung I of course did a white pages reverse phone number look up, and then stewed about whether or not I should call the number back. I decided the person must've dialed the wrong number, and even if not I didn't want to call the number back, because who knows who might answer. And then what would I say? I had no good answer and decided if a birth parent wanted to talk to me they would call me, but I wouldn't call a back a random number if this person didn't care to leave a voice message. And then I lectured my husband about the importance of answering the phone when it rings no matter what time it is. LOL
The second time it rang I missed it too. That time it was at 9 am. I don't know how I missed it, but I did. I have no idea what I was doing. All I know is that I didn't hear it and I might've blown it again. I followed my same pattern--obsessed over the reverse phone number feature on the internet and then wished and hoped and prayed this person would call me back. No such luck.
I know this phone is not supposed to ring off the hook, but when it does ring, I wish I would be around to answer it. I hope when a birth parent calls he or she will be brave enough to leave a voice message for us.
How does this post help me find joy? Because I can laugh about these experiences even while wishing they had turned out differently. And I am still trying to wait patiently for the phone to ring again. And because it helps me know that the phone does work and that at least 2 people have called it.
Third time's the charm.
Dear adoption phone,
Please ring again, pretty please. I promise I'll answer it next time.