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Happy Adoptaversary!

Dear Rachel and Nicholas,

It is our Adoptaversary!  One year ago today you legally became our daughter and son, although God had us as a family from the start.  It has been a whirlwind year.

I think back on the little angels that came to us.  So sweet, so strong, so scared.  Although, I don't know who was more scared the kids or the parents.  That first night, we didn't have any toys except for the left over mini-pumpkins from our Thanksgiving decorations, but you loved them and played with them until they started to get mushy and I threw them away.  There are still times when you ask about them.  You also ate your weight in clementines.  We watched the Lion King in the basement because it was one of the only kid movies that we had.

The last year has seen you move from babies to big kids.  Oh, you weren't babies like Jack and Teddy, but you were my babies.  The world is no longer something that scares you, but rather a place that should be explored, discovered, cataloged and conquered.  You have both become so sure of yourselves, sometimes to the point of being just a little reckless and Mom and Dad have to reign you in a little.

You are both so kind.  Sure you get in to with each other from time to time.  Regular kid stuff.  But underneath all that, you both have kind, caring souls.  Rachel, you are so empathetic, especially when someone is hurting .  Nicholas, you are always looking out for the little guys, especially your little brothers.  You love nothing more than to try to make your babies happy.

I can not imagine my life without my wonderful children.  Sometimes it is a little scary how much you are like your father and I.  Rachel, you will pay me back for every dramatic moment that I ever put my parents through.  I see you singing and dancing and creating your own little shows and I get to relive my own childhood all over again through you.  Nicholas, you are a chatter box just like your Daddy.  You are also a little obsessive compulsive, which is also like your Daddy.  You may not have our eyes or our nose or look anything like us, but I see your Dad and I in you both every single day.

You may not have been born of my womb, but you will live forever in my heart.

Think about Adoption

Reactive Attachement Disorder

I just listened to this radio broadcast from Focus on the Family in which they discussed Reactive Attatchment Disorder in adpoted kids.  Some of it brought back memories that I haven't thought about for a long time about the begining of our adoption process.  It is a very good program that give you a window in to raising a child with RAD, something with which we have personal experience.  There was one phrase that just leaped out at me, "You can not love these kids healthy."  It is so true, but love is the fuel that gets you through the hard work and trust me it can be very hard work.  Some of the stories that were told were so horrible that the fact that RAD can be dealt with sort of gets lost in the piece.  Like I said, it takes work, but what child doesn't, but in most cases RAD can be treated with proper therapy, lots of love, an amazing amount of patience and dedication.  Giveing a home to a child is an amazing gift, giveng a child their life back is even greater.

Please don't let this story scare you, but listen to it with an open heart.

Also, here is another great broadcast.  When one of the adoptive mothers talks about waiting nervously to meet her new daughter and then feeling an imediate love for her child, it reminded me so much of when we met Rachel and Nicholas that I just cried.  There is also a great section on transracial adoption.  Enjoy!

Unexpected Christmas Gift

We had a great Christmas in our house.  I got an unexpected Christmas gift from someone I don't even know, David Nicholson.  His article in the Washington Post on Christmas Eve was wonderful.  I consider it a gift anytime someone brings transracial, domestic adoption to the public eye in a positive way.  I hope you enjoy.

Why Doesn't White Adopt Black?

By David Nicholson

Sunday, December 24, 2006; Page B07

 

Whenever I see a white couple with an Asian or Hispanic child, I can't help wondering whether adoption -- like the personal ads -- is one of the last areas of American life where naked expressions of racial preference are acceptable.

I know that sentiment seems ungenerous. Most of the children I see would have grown up in dire circumstances if they hadn't been adopted, and many will find me mean-spirited for gainsaying any child a chance at a happy and successful life. All the same, I can't understand why so many white American couples go overseas to adopt, ignoring the plight of black children in the United States, such as the hundreds in the District of Columbia, Maryland and Virginia awaiting adoption.

One person at a state agency I talked to said one word -- "Madonna" -- when I asked why more people don't adopt black children in the United States.

The well-publicized examples of Madonna and Angelina Jolie to the contrary, however, fewer children are adopted from African countries than, say, from China or Russia. Of the 27,000 children Americans adopted from overseas in fiscal 2005, only 441 came from Ethiopia, the African country with the largest number of international adoptions. Nearly 8,000 came from Russia and more than 4,500 from China, according to the National Council for Adoption.

I know, of course, that it can be difficult to adopt through local agencies. My wife and I had been licensed foster parents for nearly four years, but we still had to start at the beginning when we applied to adopt through the District's Child and Family Services agency. It's been a year. We're still waiting.

Then, too, many couples want newborns or infants, the children most in demand. Older children are often part of sibling groups that can't be broken up, or they have physical or emotional problems that can try the most committed parents.

And even if prospective parents can deal with these issues, birth parents can decide at the last minute not to terminate their parental rights, meaning adoptive parents can't be certain they'll get the child they want to include in their families.

Still, I can't help thinking there's something else going on when whites go overseas, and I suspect that something is race. Why else would the Latin American doctor displaying a newborn in the video that a friend described to me assure the prospective American parents that the child was "very white"?

As with most matters concerning race, it's hard to get people to talk about these things. But when I've discussed transracial adoption with white acquaintances, their explanations reveal the persistence of the racial chasm.

One woman who adopted a Chinese infant told me she and her husband had "thought about adopting a black boy, but we weren't sure if we could deal with it when he became a teenager."

Then there was the woman who told me how much she admired my wife and me for taking in my 14-year-old godson. As for herself, she said, "I'd rather pay later for the criminal justice and social work systems than pay personally now."

I didn't know how to respond. What can you say to people who think the truculent misbehavior of rap "heroes" such as 50 Cent or Snoop Dogg is part of a child's genetic inheritance, like the shape of his nose or his skin color?

Another acquaintance said in an e-mail conversation that he didn't think it "necessarily racist for a pair of white adoptive parents to say to themselves, 'It's hard enough just raising a kid, I don't feel prepared to take on at the same time, in my own kitchen, American original sin and the tangled issue of racial identity.' . . . I don't think you can expect most, or even many, to show that level of personal commitment."

I understand what he meant. It is hard, of course, raising any child. And black children might pose a special problem for white families, especially with attitudes from quarters such as the National Association of Black Social Workers, which, despite federal law barring consideration of race in adoption, still thinks black adoptees should go only to black families.

All the same, I can't help wondering how much racism -- in the form of an inability to see blacks as human in the same way they see themselves -- is at the heart of white couples' decision to adopt overseas.

It may not be the dictionary definition of racism, but it's one more piece of evidence of how, years after the civil rights movement, blacks and whites have failed to engage on that deeply human level that would allow more whites to say, "Yes, I'll take this child into my kitchen. And my heart."

David Nicholson is a Washington writer. His e-mail address isdnicholson6@excite.com.

Letting Go of Expectation

I was on a web site with an adoption chat room this morning and I came across a woman who wrote this:

I would love to not have to adopt. Why? Because it is scary, because we may be put on an emotional roller coaster, because we may get a baby and have it taken away (my irrational fear), because we have agencies and birthmothers scrutinizing and choosing whether WE would be good parents, because we've had our whole life put under a microscope, because we have to take out another loan to finance having to buy a baby!!!!!!!

The post started out talking about how she was tired of feeling that everyone around her was being negative about her desire to only adopt a white baby because they were telling her that it would probably take a long time.  She went on to explain that she doesn't feel like she should have to be open to anything other than what she wants and they were going to continue to TTC while going through the adoption process in the hopes that they wouldn't HAVE TO adopt.

I don't have a problem with people wanted to adopt a child that looks like them.  Quite honestly, I think that it would be detrimental to the child to be adopted by a family that wasn't truly open to transracial adoption.  However, I was struck by her use of "have to adopt."  No one has to adopt.  It is a choice, hopefully a loving choice entered in to because the parents want to expand their family and give a home to a child.  Adopted children are not second best, left over or something to be settled for.

I can sympathize with her desire to have the parenting experience of her dreams.  I still remember ranting at my husband that our children's birth mother had three pregnancy without other children to take care of and I won't even have one.  Those fantasies are hard to give up, but that is all they are...fantasies.  I have learned that most times they are more harmful than helpful.  Better to live in the world the way it is and not the way we wish it were.

Below is what I added to the chat room discussion.

As an adoptive mother, I can only say that you should not go in to adoption feeling like you "have to."  You should wait and work through your feelings until you "want to."  If not you may always look at your child as the one you settled for, which is just not right.

Adoption is a roller coaster, but so is parenting.  It isn't like the Pampers commercials or ads in Parent's magazine.  It is hard work.  There are days when you think that there is nothing more wonderful in the world than spending time with your children.  But then there are the days that the baby poops in your hand as you're changing his diaper.  There are days when you feel like you have joined a great new club called motherhood.  There are other days when you feel completely cut off from the outside world.  There are ups, downs and unexpected turns.  That's called being a parent, adoptive or not.

You should try to be positive, but you must also be realistic.  No matter how you become a parent, birth or adoption, it will NOT be what you expect.  The best first step is to let go of expectation.  If you had told me on my wedding day that in five years I would be the mother to two black older adoptive children and one biological baby I would have said you were out of your mind, but that is my life.  If you had told me that there would be days that I would wonder what the heck I got myself in to, I would say you were right, but I would also say that it is wonderful.

It is really hard to let go of those expectations and plans.  They are the dream that keep you going when times are tough, but they are also the weight that stops you when life shows you a different alternative.

Congratulations It's a Girl & a Boy

Our Adoption Is Final!!!!!!

I got the call this morning from our lawyer.  The judge signed off on our petition on September 20th.  There are now officially two new Nohes in the world.

Although we have been a family in our hearts...well since the kids first ran down our driveway November 29, 2004...today we are legally a forever family.  I cry everytime I say the words out loud.

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Tears Are Flowing

We went to court today for the kids annual foster care review hearing.  It was so short that I ended up missing the whole thing.  I dropped Marty off at the front door and by the time I parked and walked in, Marty was walking out. 

As we were driving around Alexandria, I couldn't help scanning the sidewalk for the kids' bio mom.  The odds were astronimical that we would run in to her on the street, but it had happened before.

There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about her.  I wonder what she is doing, how she feels and if she misses the kids.  I pray that the pain of separation is lessened by God's loving grace.  I hope that she knows that we are doing the best we can by her children.  Mostly, I just wonder about her.

I had a dream the other night that DSS called us because Brown Mommy had another baby that needed a home.  I sometimes wonder if that will ever happen.  I find myself worrying about these phantom children.

So after all this thought and reflection on my kids' bio mom, I am scanning mommyblogs to unwind.  On Child of Mine, Faithful Mommy has put a link to a Mark Schultz song.  The tears were flowing while I watched the video. Take a look and see if you have a dry eye.
 

Too Big a Hastle

Before I get on my soapbox, let me say at the outset that I think that all adoptive parents, however they form their family, are to be applauded. And I have nothing against international adoption, but I wish that potential adoptive parents would look to domestic adoption first.

This weekend I was at a meeting where there happened to be another adoptive parent. We were chatting and it came up that we were hoping that our adoption would be final by November. I commented that the process had taken a bit longer than we anticipated and how we had hoped it would be complete before Rachel started Kindergarten. His reply was, “Domestic adoption is such a hassle. That’s why we went with international adoption.”

I understand that by the time many couples consider adoption they have undergone years of trying to have a biological child and they want to have a child as quickly as possible, but I am always a little disheartened when I flip through an adoption focused magazine and see page after page of ads for international adoptions when there are thousands of children waiting for a family in this country. I guess that I just don’t understand the attraction to international adoption over domestic adoption. If it is the “hassle” factor, I would think that dealing with another country’s government would be more difficult than dealing with our own. If it is a racial issue, most international adoptions aren’t for white children even though most adoptive parents in this country are white. If it is because people want to have a baby and not an older child, if you can get past having a white baby, the wait is very short.

People say to us all the time, “Oh, your children are adopted? Where are they from?” Alexandria Virginia. Then they look at us like we are crazy or we didn’t understand the question. Then the light goes off and they say, “You adopted them from this country?” Yes. I am always tempted to, and someday I might, ask, “Why is the idea that we adopted children from our own country so strange? Is there something wrong with American children? Are they not as good as foreign born children?”

We very well may adopt another child someday. We may go through foster care again or we may go through an agency. Nonetheless, however we adopt, we will adopt from this country. 

He's Your Real Baby

Last night we went to our favorite burger joint for dinner and ice cream.  We were having a great time and everyone was in high spirits.

While we were getting our ice cream, Jack was flirting with a woman waiting for her burger order.  She came up and told me how cute he was and asked how old he was.  It was all very pleasant.  Then she saw Rachel and Nicholas and said, "Are those your children too?"  When I said yes, she replied, "Adopted right?"  After her next comments, I wish I had said, "No why do you ask?"

This is where the conversation took a turn, not maliciously I hope, but a turn none the less.  This stranger then looked back at Jack and said, "He is your real son, right?"  I was blown away, but managed to stammer out, "He is our biological son."  Then she went on to ask, referring to Rachel and Nicholas, "Are they brother and sister?"  I said, "Yes they are biologically related."  Then the woman's order was up and she left, but I felt like someone had ripped the rug out from under me.

My adopted kids are my real kids.  Rachel, Nicholas and Jack are all each other's brother and sister.  I guess because I live in this family everyday, I forget that we must look a little strange to some people, but I was still surprised by the way this perfect stranger's use of terms like real, sister and brother could cut so deep.

As is often the case, I replayed the conversation over and over in mind, but with me giving better responses.  In one scenario, the nice scenario, when the question of who was my real child is asked, I responded with, "All of my children are my real children, but yes Jack is our only biological child."  And when the question of who is whose sister and brother, I would have said, "All the kids are each other's real brother and sister because we are in the same family, even if they aren't related biologically.  But yes, Rachel and Nicholas are biologically related."

There is also the indignant scenario in which I respond with, "I understand that our family looks a little unusual to you, but you are asking some very personal questions.  I am sure that you think nothing of it and you are just curious, but really you are being a little rude.  Still, to satisfy your curiosity, all of these children are my real children and gifts from God now matter how they came to us.  Jack came through birth and Rachel and Nicholas came through adoption, but I love no one child any more or less than any other.  And, since this is a learning experience for you, the use of the term 'real' is rather offensive.  It implies that adopted children are not really part of our family and therefore not as good.  Hope you have a pleasant meal.  Good day to you."

If When this happens again, I will have a better response.  I will say that all of my children are my real children despite the fact that we don't share the same biology that they are all brothers and sister.  I will stress that our family is a gift from God created by his will and by his plan. 

I have to have a better response, because my children are listening and how I respond will shape how they see themselves and our family.  I will speak with pride when asked about our intertwined roots and I will not allow others to define us.  I will not be so shocked, or maybe I will, but I will handle it better.

It's Done

On Monday the 14th, we had the final visit with Rachel and Nicholas’ biological mother. It was a surreal experience, in that it seemed almost like any other visit. She brought two bags of clothes and for Rachel some jewelry. Most of the visit was spent trying on the clothes and exchanging pictures. We gave Brown Mommy some pictures of the kids over the last 6 months and she gave the children some of their baby pictures. Brown Mommy kept saying how much the kids had grown and she was shocked that Rachel could practically read and that Nicholas was talking so much, except that his voice never got above a whisper. Their mom told the kids that she loved them and that it was o.k. that we were going to be their parents. I felt very awkward every time she thanked us for being so good to her children. Even though I kept telling myself it wasn’t true, I felt like on some level we were stealing her children and she was thanking us for it.

There was a lot of emotion, but very little emoting. We all knew why were there, but even though it was acknowledged and even discussed during the visit, how can you put a lifetime in to words. How does a mother tell the children she carried for nine months, nursed through infancy and affixed her dreams for a better life that she is leaving? What words are there to transfer the claim parent from one mother to another? How do you explain to a child that even though they won’t live in your home, they will always live in your heart? How do you tell a four and two year old that on happy occasions, like their graduation, marriage or birth of their children, remember how I loved you, not that I left you? Those words are hard to say, but at one moment I know their mother felt them, because after she had said good-bye she asked for one more hug and her arms found the words that she could not.

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