There really are no words, but I’m going to try my best.
I did not want to have a garage sale.
I had one once and it was a ton of work for very little money. This time around I was determined to do things better, but I still believed that the work would only barely break even with the pay off.
I was wrong. Oh so (thankfully) wrong.
First off, yes, it was a TON of work. Back breaking, reminding me I’m not a teenager, physical work. I retired my cute sandals for running shoes last week during set-up and still my feet hurt.
Second off, the reward has been sweeter than I could ever have imagined. I had a measly little goal set in my mind of what I thought would be a reasonable number to make that would let me sleep at night. That goal was met within hours, and I’m talking hours BEFORE the sale was supposed to start. Thank you early-bird shoppers!
I had a second goal of a number that I thought would be really nice to meet. That goal was almost met on day one. Finally, I had a dream goal of what I thought would be a hard-to-reach amount that would really be amazing to achieve. I would have been happy to meet goal one and thrilled to reach goal two. You helped us surpass goal three and I’ll reveal those details tomorrow.
Thirdly, (I have to number my thoughts or I get side-tracked and sometimes even that doesn’t work) the support from people has blown me away. I was making a mental list of all the people I needed to send thank you notes (for loaning tables, baking cookies, donating items, watching my kids, pricing, set-up, etc.). My list was long and the longer it grew the more something really begin to sink in.
We are not alone.
We really, truly are not alone in this process.
This adoption stuff is emotionally and financially exhausting business. When I was pregnant I could pick up a conversation with almost any woman I encountered about pregnancy, babies, and parenting. This gave me support in small and big ways as I connected with others who were either in it with me or had gone before me.
Adoption has reversed this for me. Instead I often feel alone. It is hard to explain what we are going through to even some friends and family, let alone the volunteer that gave me a hand-massage at MOPS pamper day (awkward). I struggle with how to verbalize it all (shocker for me!) and in return the feeling of isolation starts to settle in.
I am an extreme extrovert. I need people. This garage sale gave me people in really incredible ways. It showed me that people care and are there for me (and not just two or three people, but a whole lotta people.)
It also reiterates to me that people genuinely want to help, but often don’t know how. Having a garage sale gave people a tangible way to offer support. From the moment I uttered the words, ‘garage sale‘, people have stepped forward to offer their assistance.
It may seem simple to bake a pan of cookies, drop off a table, buy a 12 pack of soda, donate items from your closet, or place price stickers on shoes, but to me this has spoken the words of love. This has showed me support, encouragement, solidarity, and care.
We are not in this alone and I am so grateful for all of you.
More to come after we wrap up the sale tomorrow morning!