Adoption Demands

We had our LONE home study for our second adoption this morning.  We had about 4 for the first adoption, but since this is our second and we're using the same agency, it's a little less complex.  We do have the same adoption worker, though, at least for now.  She's leaving the agency - sadly for us.
I told our adoption worker that we're not going to say "boy only" this time, although that's what I'd like to do.  Kelley won't let me. She says, "If we were having a child naturally we couldn't choose."  My argument is that since I can't have children, GETTING TO CHOOSE is one of the few benefits.  So I asked about it - just for my own information.  She said, "You don't want to do that."  I wasn't sure what she meant, so I asked.  Selecting a specific gender means you'll be waiting longer.  That didn't make sense (because I haven't thought it through).  If half of all children are boys and half are girls, I thought it'd just mean we had half the chance as before.  But, many times, a birthmother doesn't know the gender of her baby until after she picks a family.  If she knows a family only wants a boy, she won't pick that family, since she doesn't know if she's having a boy or a girl.
Now it makes sense to me.  I get it.  I love it when I come to understand something I didn't before.  That's part of why I like Bible study, writing messages, and teaching: I get to learn, but I also get to help others learn.  It's fun to see someone's eyes light up when they "get" something for the very first time - especially when it's about God, His purposes, and His ways.
I'd love to have a little boy, but I'll love any child we get to have call us Mommy and Daddy.  It's not like girls can't  play golf, swing a bat, throw like Roberto Clemente (well, maybe that's a stretch) . . . Maybe I should've said "throw like Jeff Francoeur" since I doubt many people know who Roberto Clemente was.  I know Francoeur hasn't lived up to expectations (Braves fans), but there's still nobody else I'd rather have in right field trying to throw out a runner at 2nd, 3rd, or home.  OK, I got sidetracked a bit.  It happens.