To Give? To Take? or Day 11

This morning hubby and was playing with Minnow and pondered out loud how Minnow could love him so much.  I told hubby Minnow loves us so much because we love him so much.  Kids at that age give what they get.  It was a moment for me as I thought back to the kids that I had taught and interacted with.  So many of them didn’t know love and were therefore unable to give love.  It was part of my job as teacher to give to them and to give to them more than they ever gave to me.  I had been given too and it was my turn to give. 

Our society has become more about taking than about giving.  I think that is one of the chief differences politically between the dems and the reps.  Dems want to give and the don’t necessarily worry about getting back.  Reps want to take what is theirs and keep it without sharing what they have been given on the backs of those who built their multi-million dollar mansion or their thousand dollar suits. 

When I was a kid I had to work for what I got.  I had to give before I got.  If I worked hard and got good grades that I would be given some token–money, clothes, etc.  To often today kids and even us adults don’t have to do much to get what we have.  We have become a selfish nation.  We have a generation of folks who have forgotten what it is to give–(not everyone.  I know plenty of folks who give and give greatly).  But we are in general a greedy society and if we can take without giving we will. 

Take for instance our growing workforce and the number of high educated young folks who cannot get a decent job.  We have people who are healthier and who are living longer and who in turn are working longer in their high paying good jobs.  In past generations these jobs would have been retired from and some young college grad would take the place given up and on and on.  Well, now we have folks who aren’t giving up those jobs and are working years longer.  Yes it is good for them but it is bad for those who depend on attrition and retirement for their future.  At some point it is time to stop taking (the paycheck, the job) and to start giving back (volunteering, etc). 

Our societies balance between giving and taking is out of whack.  We need to get that balance back. 

What have you given lately? 

Friends or Day 10

I just got home from a great lunch with a few of my girlfriends.  We meet once a month for lunch, as life is busy.  We all met over 5 years ago when we were teachers (many of us first year teachers) and have stayed friends since.  It is nice.  I think as I get older I have underestimated what friendship really means.  Once you get married and then start to have kids, unless you make time for friends relationships fade and it is hard to get them back.  So, today I will make it a point to contact some old friends, who are important to me, but whom I just haven’t made time for.  Friends are too important to let life push them out. 

Thanks to those of you who are new friends.  It is nice to have you who share similar experiences.  New friends are just as necessary as old and I want to sent to shout out to my new friends.  You know who you are. 

Who have you forgotten lately?  What have you not taken the time for that adds to your life? 

UGH!!!!!!!!!!!! or Day 9

At least 8 families ahead of us on waiting list for an infant girl.  We still have a long wait ahead of us……(Maybe we will add another son.  Don’t. Know. How. Long. I. Can. Wait.)

We will wait for a girl–as I bought a really cute pair of girl pants and Minnow already gets mistaken for a girl, I certaninly cannot dress him in the girlie pants.  Besides, I want a girl and have my heart set on it.  Anything worth having is worth waiting for…I don’t like waiting. 

(Promise this will be the last post this month whining about waiting for a referral–I’ll save the whining for January).

Sickness Be Damned or Day 8

Our house has been cursed.  Or should I say I have been cursed.  No I am not the sick one.  I am the punished one who has to take care of the sick ones.  Hubby and Minnow are both sick.  I love my hubby to death and think that he really is the greatest man/hubby/father, but SERIOUSLY he is the WORST sick person I know. He has been home sick for FOUR long days.  Minnow has had a bit of the sniffles himself and is also beginning to throw tantrums.  So I have a whiny 40 year old man and a crabby I will just throw myself on the ground and kick and scream until you let me stay up until 11pm watching Spongebob son.  It is pure hell here at casa de la sickos.  Please send help–wine, liquor, flare gun, chocolate…Anything.

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??????