I’m not sure why, but it doesn’t seem like anyone ever talks about the home study. Perhaps I glossed over the provision in all of the paperwork that comes along with adoption that says that talking about home study is taboo. Or maybe there’s an unspoken agreement – “the first rule of home study is: you do not talk about home study.”
Well…I’m breaking that rule.
My husband and I started the adoption process about a year ago. We just finished our home study, and our profile is now being shown to expectant birth mothers. Our agency conducted the home study in a series of three visits, each of which was about an hour and a half in duration. Here’s what I learned from each of these visits:
Visit #1: It’s Not About How Clean Your House Is
We were incredibly nervous for our first home study visit. Our nervousness covered the whole spectrum of things that could go wrong. What if our house doesn’t meet the standards required by our agency or the state? What if we’re asked a question that we don’t have a good answer for? What if the dog fur on the floor disqualifies us? Most of our worries were unfounded, but the home study is a big deal. We had to worry.
Friends had told us the home study is not a “white glove test.” Still, it’s spring, so we’ve got a pretty significant amount of dog fur. And, in general, we don’t want to look like complete slobs. So, because we were concerned about a dirty house disqualifying us, we cleaned and vacuumed the night before our first visit. As it turns out, cleaning was largely unnecessary. Our social worker did not say one word about cleanliness. (Seriously…not even a compliment about how shiny the countertops were.)
Our social work told us something very early in her visit that put us at ease almost immediately. She told us that a lot of people ask when they’ll find out if they’ve passed. Then she told us that, basically, we’d already passed—she wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t.
Our first visit involved a discussion about my husband and me. We sat in our living room and just talked. The discussion was natural. We discussed our relationship: how we met, why we clicked, what we like about each other, areas of our relationship that we can work on, etc. We quickly discovered that this portion of the home study was not about our home—it was about us. Ultimately, she needed to ascertain what kind of fathers we will be. Of course, she is concerned with how safe our home will be for our child. But this first visit, at least, was not about that.
Visit #2: Mistakes Are
For the second visit, we met individually with our social worker at her office. Once again, we were all nerves before this visit. We thought the agency was trying to catch us in some type of fatherhood prisoner’s dilemma. I did talk about my husband a little bit during my meeting, but the interaction was largely focused on my broader family, some of who have rather colorful histories.
“Just because a family member has spent a night or two in jail,” I found myself saying to her, “it doesn’t mean they’ll be a terrible influence on my child.”
At a certain point I could sense that our social worker probably agreed. That realization made me feel much more at ease with the conversation. At one point I said, “I feel like I’m portraying my family as a terrible group of people.” (They’re not terrible people.)
“You cannot change your past or your family’s past,”Our social worker responded. “What you can do is recognize the learning opportunities that both you and your family have presented and grow from those experiences.”
That is some good advice.
Visit #3: Your Home Doesn’t Need to be Spotless… But it Does Need to Be Safe
The third and final visit was back in our home, where our social worker visited with us for about an hour. She had a few follow up questions from previous visits. We also briefly talked about the couple of missing documents that she needed to appease the state.
Then we walked through our house. My husband and I just built our home, so our social worker didn’t have much to check in the way of compliance with building code. Still, she checked out the first floor living space, and we talked about our plans to convert what is now our office into a play room. She made sure the bedrooms and bathrooms meet state minimum requirements. We told her that the nursery is the only room in the house that we didn’t paint when we moved in; we’re waiting to see if we’re having a boy or a girl. And we showed her our vision for how the nursery will be laid out. She also looked in the basement.
Is “home study” a misnomer? Maybe. We spent very little time focusing on our actual home. Perhaps “are-you-going-to-be-good-