Adoption Is Not Charity or Day 7

Please let me start by reminding folks that I am an adoptive parent.  I have one son adopted from Ethiopia–home over a year and am in process of adopting a daughter from Ethiopia.  Please let me also say that these are only my views and opinions and are in no way judgements of others.  It is an exploration of my own views, motives and comfort level.  Adoption is beautiful.  Without it I would not be a parent. 

Now with that said.  November is Adoption Awareness Month.  I think it is time that we in the adoption community set forth to change the social perceptions of adoption.  Adoption is not about charity.  Adoption is not about rescuing a child.  Adoption is not about the latest social trend.  Adoption is about building families.  I did not adopt my son because I saw a child in need.  I adopted my son because I wanted to be a mother and for whatever “bigger than me” reason I cannot conceive my own child.  I wanted a child.  My act was once of selfishness not in anyway selfless.  We need to change the perception and those first comments “Your son is so lucky.”  “His life will be so much better here.”  “It is a great thing you did giving a child a home.”  “I hope he realizes one day how lucky he is.”  My comment to each one of these is that we are the lucky ones.  I am lucky that adoption exists.  My son is unlucky that our world is such that he was unable to stay with the woman who loved and nurtured him in her womb for 9 months.  My son is unlucky that he will not be raised in his birth country by people of the same beliefs and origins.  My son lost something tremendous through this process and no one ever thinks about that when they think about adoption. 

Adoption has a dark side and it is time that we as adoptive parents start talking about that.  We must help others see that our children have lost something–some of them have lost things far more than they have gained.  Once we admit and face these facts head on we can help our children heal.  Adoption is about loss and sadness as much as it is about beginnings and happiness.  I know that there are people who adopt because they feel that they are saving a child.  I have to wonder if that is the way they really feel, or if that is the socially acceptable way to talk about it when you already have biological children.  I know people have a hard time understanding adoption if it has never touched their lives.  But there must be away to change the perception that Adoption is Charity.  I don’t want my son growing up with that type of perception hanging over him. 

I know some of this perception comes from adoption fundraising.  I am not saying that people shouldn’t fundraise for their adoptions.  We all do what we need and what we are comfortable doing.  (No judgements here). It is something that I am not comfortable doing…as I wouldn’t have fundraised for my fertility treatments and I see the two as the same.  I wouldn’t ask for input to naturally have children and I didn’t ask for input for our decision to adopt.  We traditionally fundraise in our society for charities or politicians.  Fundraising to add to our families sends a message that I don’t think is especially helpful.  I do think that we can change the perceptions of adoption without putting a halt to fundraising. 

I don’t know how to change these overarching perceptions and preconceived notions that society has, but I believe it must be done.  I believe that an open and honest dialogue is the way to go.  I don’t want my son to feel like he needs to be grateful that we brought him into our family.  In order for this to be true, society has to believe it.  It is a big task, but I believe it has to happen.  It has to happen for the children.  They deserve to feel what they feel without being judged for those feelings.  They need to search and grieve, and resent (if need be) without feeling guilty that they owe us something more than any kid should be made to feel he/she owes his or her own parents. 

Suggestions??????

My Maytag Repair Man of Day 6

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We all got a good nights sleep last night–hooray.  I did manage to stay up until just after 10 so that I could watch Weeds.  I am starting to feel a cold come on, but I am going to deny it the ability to put roots down.  I. Will. Not. Get. Sick.  There, I think that just might work. 

I am excited by the prospect of some coffee I have coming  this month.  I am getting a 1/2 lb. of Peets Jamiaca Blue Mountain.  I cannot wait to taste it freshly brewed.  I don’t know how often I mention my love for coffee.  I. LOVE.COFFEE. And coffee for me is like wine or cheese.  I love good or should I say excellent coffee.  I am a bit of a coffee snob.  I think I picked that up along with my wine snobbery from living in Santa Barbara.  I will gladly keep it up as there are somethings that should be the best. 

What are you snobbish about? 

Sleepless Night or Day 5

Good morning loyal readers and newbie readers.  I have been up since 3am.  Minnow is teething.  He is cutting teeth left and right.  He has a top molar and eye tooth coming in on the top and another molar trying to push through on the bottom of the opposite side.  Top it off with a bit of a runny nose and you have the makings for a disastrous evening.  Oh and don’t forget to add in the “I’m not feeling well” hubby and a 6 am spin class and you have the makings for a shitty ass day. 

Minnow woke up at 3.  Hubby was up getting a bicarbonate of soda and came in to tell me–who was sleeping–that the baby was awake as he crawled back in bed.  Seriously…I kid you not.  So, I went to see the little man who was screaming as though he was being eaten alive.  He asked to watch Spongebob and I am not one to give in to toddle requests hours upon hours before the sun even begins to consider rising.  Hubby insisted since said screaming baby was disrupting his attempts at sleep, lest we forget that Hubby is not feeling well. 

Minnow and I watched tv until it was time for me to leave at 5:35 for my spin class.  I go in to tell hubby that I have to leave…”Just put him back in bed.”  Okay but he is wide awake.  I carry Minnow upstairs and put him in bed.  The minute he is down he starts throwing everything out of his crib and screaming and crying.  I gather him up to bring him downstairs to sleep in our bed with hubby.  Hubby yells up to me “you have to leave.”  Like I don’t know this.  I hand off the baby…”I thought I said to put him in bed.”  I say good-bye and leave. 

I love my hubby as he really is a great guy, but this morning…ugh.  Thank goodness for spinning.  I was able to pound the pedals and work out my frustration.  Now what?  Maybe a few minutes of sleep before my babies wake up. 

Goldfish For Breakfast or Day 4

Minnow loves to cook.  He watches hubby and I cook and now whenever one of us is in the kitchen cooking he has to get out his own pan and needs a spoon, a spatula and a wisk.  Today he desperately wanted something inside of his pan to stir as daddy was making his sunshine potatoes  (that’s what we call them in our house–don’t ask).   

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We went out today, taking advantage of this amazing fall weather we have been having.  I know that very soon the weather will turn cruel and going outside to even get the newspaper will suck.  I have also been wanting to get out and take some photos of the beautiful fall foliage that we have.  It is a bad year for the colors but there are some bright spots.  This is my favorite time of year and the one I missed most when I lived in Santa Barbara.  That and the fact there concrete is everywhere and the number of parks was minimal.  I love living in the midwest where there are lots of green spaces and lots of parks that are more than a patch of grass and a playground. 

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 A great way to end a beautiful weekend.  

Really This Isn’t Normal? or Day 3

Our 19 month old toddler asks to go to bed–at both nap time and bed time.  There are the rare nap times where he will just crash on the floor while he is playing with his blocks or something but for the most part he lets us know he wants to go to bed.  How does he do this you ask?  Well he either says please when asked if he wants to go to bed or he will grab his binky, his juice and walk to the bottom of the stairs and say please.  I know it is rather cute.  In my conversations with other parents I have deduced and been told that this isn’t normal.  I have to say I am shocked as Minnow is my first child.  We didn’t do anything spectatcular to enduce this sort of sleep compliance other than we have always let him “decide” when it was bedtime.  We never really created a bedtime routine.  We did start putting him in bed awake when he was about 11 months old–so that he would learn to put himself to sleep.  Maybe because we let him set his own sleep schedule naturally he finds going to bed a good thing and not something he is forced to do.  I am of course hoping that this pattern continues, but I am sure that we will soon find that going to bed will be the last thing he wants to do.  Until then…I will enjoy my little man who likes going to bed.