**Originally posted under J's JourneyBook blog, this is being reposted here thanks to some inspirational discussions of late. Originally Written in 2014.**
Let's take a break from all the gym and fitness talk and talk about a subject that weighs on my heart every single day.
Adoption.
I didn't expect this journey to be the greatest challenge to my courage that I've had to date, but it certainly has. Beyond being a divorcee, beyond becoming submariner's wife, beyond relocating, beyond flying solo, beyond any amount of height of jumped on a box or weight lifted, this has truly redefined 'courage' to me. I know it's completely mind-boggling to most when I say that it doesn't really matter to me if I ever have biological children. If it happens, it happens. I'm not burning for the whole pregnancy deal. We're building our family no matter what. And we're adopting. Just as some women have always known they'd have bio kids, as soon as I started entertaining parenthood, I knew I'd adopt. I guess I'm wired differently.
People ask a LOT of questions. Honestly, I don't mind the questions. In fact, I appreciate questions, because it shows an effort to fully understand the process and the people who choose to get involved in the adoption world. As an adoptee, I don't mind talking about it one bit. As an adopting parent, I stay open about it. I'm pretty skilled at fielding questions that are well intentioned (like, "How much will your kids cost if you go international?"as if I'm just dialing up Amazon and ordering a kid 'Made in China' or something, or "Why don't you just go IVF?" as if that's an easy process for a woman or somehow a more 'legitmate' way to build a family rather than embracing kids who are already in the world in dire need of a place to call 'home' and someone to love, guide, and believe in them).
I've got kind, friendly answers to all of these questions down pat and I don't take offense to the questions.
See, I'd rather people ask questions and show a willingness to understand than jump to conclusions.
Ignorance is not bliss. It's just ignorance.
Now, in defense of those who jump to conclusions - we all jump to conclusions in life. We can't help it. It's part of our protective instincts to evaluate our surroundings (and those who inhabit it) for threats and assets. It's a basic need for survival. So I get where it comes from.
But I ran into a situation last week that just infuriated me. I can't stand when the ignorance of people about family dynamics make them treat adoption (and, by association, adoptees) as 2nd class citizens. As if creating a family through adoption somehow makes it 'less' of a family. Just because I wasn't my birth parents or my adoptive parents 'Plan A' when it came to family planning... well, you've heard the saying, "Man plans and God laughs," right? What's ment to be as a way of working out.
So let me ask the biologically related families out there.
Do you love your family members ONLY because you have genetics in common?
Everyone has an opinion about adoption.
So without further ado, you my dear readers (ye brave, ye few) are getting the answers to some of the strong opinions I've been exposed to this last year as we're challenged to adopt.
"White people shouldn't adopt black children. It'll be too hard and you can't possibly understand what it's like to grow up black." - You're right. I don't know what it's like to grow up 'black'. Or Asian, or German, or Mexican, or fill-in-the-ethnicity-that-isn't-on-my-mixed-family-tree-here. The stark color difference seems to just call more attention to families adopting kids with darker skin tones. I only know what it's like to grow up. I know that it's hard. I know that people can be mean. I know that I'll need to ask for help from people who do understand the culture my child comes from better than I do, no matter what that nationality is. Just because a child is a similar skin tone to mine doesn't mean that's any different. More often than not, these kids (who are in an orphanage or foster care by no fault of their own) will either age out of the system and be left to their own devices, or worse, die from conditions in orphanages across the seas.
So you're saying death or not having a place to go home to are better options than having a loving place to call 'home' even if it's filled with people who don't look like you?
If you have a better solution, I'm all ears.
"Don't adopt overseas! There are SO many kids here who need good homes!" - You're right. There are lots of kids here who need loving homes. Anyone who has been part of a family knows that the bonds are an invisible, guttural tie that binds. Sometimes that guttural feeling crosses streets, blocks, and states. Other times, it crosses oceans.
"Adopt an infant! The earlier the better! Then you'll get a blank slate and someone who isn't 'damaged.'" Let me spell this out for you. Adoption is a thing born of trauma. There is no way around it. Infants have emotions. In fact, their emotions are completely
unguarded and untempered by reason, since they don't have
that skill set yet. They don't understand why they are being surrendered
or who these strangers gazing lovingly down at them are, be they foster
parent, orphanage worker, or adoptive parent. No child is a 'blank
slate' ever. With an older child, you can communicate and explain
things, and help them reason through things. With an infant, you still
have to do that- just later in the game.
"But you'll miss all those firsts if you adopt older! First steps! First words!" True, there are some 'firsts' that adoptive parents of beyond-infant-age kids don't get. But they get different
'firsts'. The thing is, adoption, like any kind of parenting, isn't
really about the parent. It's about the kids. So, if we adopt an older
kid, we'll get firsts like - the first genuinely unguarded hug, the
first "I love you" that comes genuinely and easily, the first time they
ask for help with a problem they are having because they now know they can rely on their parents for help for the first time. Those are just as much worth celebrating, if not even more.
On a personal level, I got a very small taste of this one when I was in a relationship with a single dad. I still recall clearly the day his youngest gave me a hug and said she loved me. I remember the first time his son got a kiss on the cheek from me and turned bright red, smiling from ear to ear. I remember the first time his oldest confided in me about a problem she was having. Each of those experiences were treasured moments in my past - and I still send up prayers for those kids often, despite the fact that it would have been unhealthy for me to be an ongoing presence in their lives. They deserve the chance to bond with a step-mother that is a better match for their father than I was.
"But Older kids have a history or might have special needs! They could be really screwed up! Doesn't that scare you?" Sure!
EVERY parent is scared on some level. It's normal. Even with biological
children, you can't protect them from the world entirely. Bad things
sometimes happen and our job (as parents) is to make sure we give them
coping mechanisms to deal with what the world dishes out and teach them
to reach for their dreams. Now, granted, few would choose a child
with special needs over a healthy child. Honestly, there are some
special needs that I'm not (at this moment) able to deal with, but there
are some I know deep down I can figure out. (And you find me an adult
who doesn't have a single special need, and I'll lay money that person
doesn't have a pulse.) Remember, no child is in the system by fault of their own. Yes,
some may have medical/mental needs that their parents couldn't attend
to and that's why they were taken away/given up. Some may
have had adults that failed them in their lives. Whatever the reason,
these kids have experienced loss on a level most people don't see until
they become adult-orphans (when their parents pass away). Trust may not
come easily to some. It might come too easily because all they want is
love. Life doesn't come with guarantees. But that's okay. Trust is
something that can grow and can be learned over time. If this sounds
like something you'd say (or have said), I challenge you with this one, "What age do you stop needing hearts to call home?"
Sure, as a 30 something, I don't depend on my parents for the everyday
things, but anyone that has ever lost a parent can tell you that you
never stop needing or wanting a loving parent's influence in your life.
"What if you can't bond with them?" I don't believe in 'return to sender' labels. I believe in building connections where you can and letting time (and consistency) do it's job. We'll find some common ground, no matter how small, and build on that. We'll take our time making sure we find a match that fits with us. Parenting isn't about what you can get. It's about what you can give.
"But isn't adoption expensive?" Actually,
there are a LOT of grants and options out there. Adoption through foster
care in our state is about $2500 per adoption (not per child since
you're paying fees for the services, not a price tag for a child). There
are LOTS of ways to raise money for adoption. There is a fabulous book
out there, Adopt Without Debt,
that has some great ideas for raising money. Like anything in life, you
save up for it, or you finance it. It's like anything else. You figure
it out if it's important enough to you. You cut corners. You hold garage
sales. You change your vacation expectations. And think about it this
way, if you're willing to finance a car or a house that is purely a
'thing' that will be part of your everyday life for 6-30 years, why
wouldn't you be willing to do what's necessary to bring your
child/children home?
In closing - Adoption is NOT for everyone. I respect that completely. A bad match can do more harm than good. In fact, in the US, adoption has fallen by 68% over the last 8 years, which is 24% steeper than the rest of the world. The number of children living without families is on the rise all over the world.
Just as IVF or surrogacy or even parenthood is not for everyone.
As an adoptee that got matched with the right family for me, I have seen first hand the kind of healing that happens when adoption works. It's never been about what my brother and I can do for our parents. It's always been about what our parents could do. They changed their lives to change ours because they wanted a family. Adoption is a practice as old as time. As long as there have been orphans, there has been adoption. We see it in nature, and we see it in our world. Nearly 3% of the US population is adopted, but over a million kids around the world are still awaiting homes. Many of them with aren't infants. But, like I said, there is never an age a child doesn't need a place to call home, someone to believe in them, and someone to take the risk of caring.
So, I ask you, dear readers -
Do you love your family members ONLY because you have genetics in common?
Or is that the LEAST of the reasons why you love your family?
There is one thing that everyone seems to agree on though - Children belong in families. No matter what those 'families' look like.
*Special thanks to My Sailor for his encouragement in helping me hit 'publish'. Best team mate ever.*
Let's take a break from all the gym and fitness talk and talk about a subject that weighs on my heart every single day.
Adoption.
I didn't expect this journey to be the greatest challenge to my courage that I've had to date, but it certainly has. Beyond being a divorcee, beyond becoming submariner's wife, beyond relocating, beyond flying solo, beyond any amount of height of jumped on a box or weight lifted, this has truly redefined 'courage' to me. I know it's completely mind-boggling to most when I say that it doesn't really matter to me if I ever have biological children. If it happens, it happens. I'm not burning for the whole pregnancy deal. We're building our family no matter what. And we're adopting. Just as some women have always known they'd have bio kids, as soon as I started entertaining parenthood, I knew I'd adopt. I guess I'm wired differently.
People ask a LOT of questions. Honestly, I don't mind the questions. In fact, I appreciate questions, because it shows an effort to fully understand the process and the people who choose to get involved in the adoption world. As an adoptee, I don't mind talking about it one bit. As an adopting parent, I stay open about it. I'm pretty skilled at fielding questions that are well intentioned (like, "How much will your kids cost if you go international?"as if I'm just dialing up Amazon and ordering a kid 'Made in China' or something, or "Why don't you just go IVF?" as if that's an easy process for a woman or somehow a more 'legitmate' way to build a family rather than embracing kids who are already in the world in dire need of a place to call 'home' and someone to love, guide, and believe in them).
I've got kind, friendly answers to all of these questions down pat and I don't take offense to the questions.
See, I'd rather people ask questions and show a willingness to understand than jump to conclusions.
Ignorance is not bliss. It's just ignorance.
Now, in defense of those who jump to conclusions - we all jump to conclusions in life. We can't help it. It's part of our protective instincts to evaluate our surroundings (and those who inhabit it) for threats and assets. It's a basic need for survival. So I get where it comes from.
But I ran into a situation last week that just infuriated me. I can't stand when the ignorance of people about family dynamics make them treat adoption (and, by association, adoptees) as 2nd class citizens. As if creating a family through adoption somehow makes it 'less' of a family. Just because I wasn't my birth parents or my adoptive parents 'Plan A' when it came to family planning... well, you've heard the saying, "Man plans and God laughs," right? What's ment to be as a way of working out.
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| Little Me, Dad, Brother and a couple of herding dogs in Australia. If I was never adopted, this picture may never have happened. |
Do you love your family members ONLY because you have genetics in common?
Everyone has an opinion about adoption.
So without further ado, you my dear readers (ye brave, ye few) are getting the answers to some of the strong opinions I've been exposed to this last year as we're challenged to adopt.
"White people shouldn't adopt black children. It'll be too hard and you can't possibly understand what it's like to grow up black." - You're right. I don't know what it's like to grow up 'black'. Or Asian, or German, or Mexican, or fill-in-the-ethnicity-that-isn't-on-my-mixed-family-tree-here. The stark color difference seems to just call more attention to families adopting kids with darker skin tones. I only know what it's like to grow up. I know that it's hard. I know that people can be mean. I know that I'll need to ask for help from people who do understand the culture my child comes from better than I do, no matter what that nationality is. Just because a child is a similar skin tone to mine doesn't mean that's any different. More often than not, these kids (who are in an orphanage or foster care by no fault of their own) will either age out of the system and be left to their own devices, or worse, die from conditions in orphanages across the seas.
So you're saying death or not having a place to go home to are better options than having a loving place to call 'home' even if it's filled with people who don't look like you?
If you have a better solution, I'm all ears.
"Don't adopt overseas! There are SO many kids here who need good homes!" - You're right. There are lots of kids here who need loving homes. Anyone who has been part of a family knows that the bonds are an invisible, guttural tie that binds. Sometimes that guttural feeling crosses streets, blocks, and states. Other times, it crosses oceans.
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| Brother, Mom, and Little Me. We don't look alike, but it doesn't matter. |
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| Teenage Me. There are some kids out there who have never walked a dog - because they are 'too old' to have a family... |
On a personal level, I got a very small taste of this one when I was in a relationship with a single dad. I still recall clearly the day his youngest gave me a hug and said she loved me. I remember the first time his son got a kiss on the cheek from me and turned bright red, smiling from ear to ear. I remember the first time his oldest confided in me about a problem she was having. Each of those experiences were treasured moments in my past - and I still send up prayers for those kids often, despite the fact that it would have been unhealthy for me to be an ongoing presence in their lives. They deserve the chance to bond with a step-mother that is a better match for their father than I was.
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| Little me - a Christmas with a treasured friend from my childhood. There are kids this age who have never known this kind of joy... because they are 'too old' to be adopted - at 5 years old. |
"What if you can't bond with them?" I don't believe in 'return to sender' labels. I believe in building connections where you can and letting time (and consistency) do it's job. We'll find some common ground, no matter how small, and build on that. We'll take our time making sure we find a match that fits with us. Parenting isn't about what you can get. It's about what you can give.
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| My
Brother and Little Me, feeding orphaned lambs on a ranch in Australia. I
wouldn't have had my brother if he wasn't adopted as well. We're not
biologically related. It doesn't matter. |
In closing - Adoption is NOT for everyone. I respect that completely. A bad match can do more harm than good. In fact, in the US, adoption has fallen by 68% over the last 8 years, which is 24% steeper than the rest of the world. The number of children living without families is on the rise all over the world.
Just as IVF or surrogacy or even parenthood is not for everyone.
As an adoptee that got matched with the right family for me, I have seen first hand the kind of healing that happens when adoption works. It's never been about what my brother and I can do for our parents. It's always been about what our parents could do. They changed their lives to change ours because they wanted a family. Adoption is a practice as old as time. As long as there have been orphans, there has been adoption. We see it in nature, and we see it in our world. Nearly 3% of the US population is adopted, but over a million kids around the world are still awaiting homes. Many of them with aren't infants. But, like I said, there is never an age a child doesn't need a place to call home, someone to believe in them, and someone to take the risk of caring.
So, I ask you, dear readers -
Do you love your family members ONLY because you have genetics in common?
Or is that the LEAST of the reasons why you love your family?
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| My Sailor, Dad, Me, Brother, and Mom. |
*Special thanks to My Sailor for his encouragement in helping me hit 'publish'. Best team mate ever.*
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