I am feeling sooooooo down today. The paperwork has got my nerves completely frazzled. We had to redo our homestudy in July when we moved from NYC to Virginia. Because of the new homestudy we had to file an I-171H form. First we sent the form to the NY state office because that is where we filed and all the forms said to do it that way. Then New york told us they had received the form but we needed to re-file with Washington D.C. So we did that. They told us it would just take a couple of weeks. After a couple of weeks we contacted them via email pleasantly asking where the heck our I-171H form was. They said we would have it in the mail in 1-2 weeks. That was 17 days ago. We emailed them again last night in hopes that they will respond today.

The worst part about all of this though is that we can’t file the I-600 petition for Button until we get this @#&*!* form back and I am loosing my mind. For all of you who are not waiting parents also going through this crazy process, we CANNOT travel to pick our son up until our I-600 form has been processed by the U.S. government so we needed to start it yesterday already and it is horribly frustrating that we are unable to do so.

Yea, I am really worried right now and I feel angry too. I don’t know who I am angry at because it’s obviously not anyone in particular’s fault. It’s just a sad sort of nebulous anger that comes and goes like Eeyore’s little black rain cloud. I am trying to be calm, say my affirmations, pray and stay positive but I want my son to come home.

Would you mind taking a second to send up a prayer or a happy thought for Button’s homecoming? His Mommy would appreciate it more than you can know.

–Rosemary

As some of you already know, we’ve been having a rough time here on the homestead. I want to record this experience as clearly as possible for several reasons 1) this is Button’s story and I want him to have the details. 2) For everyone who is thinking of adopting. 3) For our fellow P.A.P.’s behind us in line. Adoption is not simple and I truly feel that as a community we need to educate one another about the facts and the “felt experiences”.

We spoke with our advocate at our agency and she said that all the DSDW meetings in Thailand have been booked through the end of the year and we are not scheduled to travel. So, barring a miracle, it will be 2010 before we meet our son. That was the first time I have ever been upset with our agency. I have loved working with them 100% of the time up till now, so this one little moment does not weigh very heavily into my rating of their organization. She said that Button’s paperwork is complete and so is ours but we are just…waiting. And apparently, the DSDW doesn’t care about the I-600 form that I was so worried about last time I posted. Just goes to show there’s no sense worrying. Ironic, isn’t it? Until now we have been led to believe that there was a numbered list that we were all moving up in order. Suddenly though the answer is simply, “They are very busy… Backlogged… They won’t review your son’s case until they decide to.” It was sort of like a Bugs Bunny-explains-himself-to-the-sheriff-routine. “Yeah, backlogged, that’s the ticket – backlogged!”


I’m feeling pretty angry. That tends to be how my personality processes this kind of thing. It’s just too horrible to face head on without fighting back so I get angry. Brian feels a lot of depression and worry. He always tries to fix everything so he feels overwhelmed by things like this because they are unfixable. We would give anything to change the situation because every day is a day of Button’s life we can’t recover no matter what we do or what we pay. None of that changes how we feel about Button though. Our love for him continues to grow CONSTANTLY.

Pray for a miracle. Pray for the “backlog” to unjam itself. Pray for my insane rage level to abate before I go postal and climb to the top of a bell tower. Pray for our son to be happy and healthy everyday. Pray for the DSDW to decide to review our case. Even if you don’t pray just light a candle for the kiddo, ok?

–Rosemary

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives.
It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”

– Charles Darwin
We recently moved to an adorable little college town. One of my favorite things about life here is getting to see all the university students at various venues around town. They basically run this place with their commerce, their vitality, their ideology and I LOVE IT! Another thing I really love about life in a college town is that it always brings in a higher level of diversity and we are very blessed to have many minorities here even though this is a very small town. We have a 3% Asian population, which is extremely important to Brian and me. That may not sound like a high percentage but it is actually pretty good for any town not on the west coast and it’s very good for a small town. We want Button to grow up seeing faces like his on a daily basis. We hope to find same-race role models like a pediatrician and a pastor for our children.

I have noticed a new phenomenon in my lifelong “people watching”obsession though – race watching. I have developed an avid interest in observing race as it occurs in group dynamics. It’s fascinating and college towns are such a great place to see so many different hybrids of the basic variations on old themes. I am always extremely interested when I see Asian students come into the restaurants or stores where I am. I love to notice what they wearing, who they are with, and the kind of things they are saying. I am just a silly woman wondering what my son will look and talk like when he’s all grown up. I know there is no particular reason why an Asian teenager would be more reflective of Button’s future than any other race but still I eavesdrop on their conversations wondering if Button will share their feelings about parents, politics, race relations, girls.

It’s interesting to me to observe how many times I see large groups of Asian kids with no other race represented. I think that’s great! They are identifying with their own culture and race and enjoying that inimitable bond of similar experience. I hope that Button will be able to share in that many times throughout his life. I also find it very interesting to watch how often I see a solitary Asian kid in a large group of white students. I ask myself: What is their social experience in that moment? What is their cultural background? Are they lonely?

–Rosemary

Today’s book review is a little different. I am recommending Betsy Keefer’s book, Telling The Truth to Your Adopted or Foster Child: Making Sense of The Past but instead of reviewing it I am going to feature her list “The Ten Commandments of Telling”, which has been floating around adoption-bloggy land for some time now but bears repeating in every venue. I think it will help everyone to see what a blessing her book can be to the adoptive family no matter the age of our children. Even if you have no intention of buying this book and have never read an adoption book in your life – please read this list!!


I. Do not lie.

This is a no-brainer, right? It’s your child’s story, and they are entitled to have it told straight. Omissions are OK if developmentally necessary (but see IV), but no lies. Kids have a way of finding out the truth, and then we’ve broken trust. Adopted kids tend to snoop more than non-adopted kids (curiosity about their background), so it’s not at all unusual for them to ferret out the truth before they are told.

II. Tell information in an age-appropriate way.

Of course, but how exactly? Betsy gives the example of telling a child the very hard truth that their original mother was a drug-addicted prostitute, and the child was removed from her care because she left her alone and neglected her. This needs to be done at different ages, building to the whole truth. For instance:

Age 3: Your first mommy couldn’t take care of any baby. She wasn’t ready to be a mommy.

Age 7: Your first mommy had trouble taking care of herself. She wasn’t able to take care of any baby. Neighbors were worried about you and called the social worker.

Age10: Your first mom made a bad decision and started using drugs. She couldn’t think well when she was using drugs and made even more bad decisions. Sometimes she left you alone. That wasn’t safe for you.

Age 12: Your first mom felt sick when she couldn’t get drugs. She could not hold a job. She needed money, so she sold herself through prostitution. She left you alone when she met customers or bought drugs. Neighbors called the social worker, and a judge agreed you needed a safe home to grow up in.

III. Allow the child to be angry without joining in.

You know how you can say mean things about your brother, but no one else can? Same goes when your child is angry with their first parents. Acknowledge the hurt and anger without bad-mouthing the first parents.

IV. Share all information by the time the child is 12.
It’s important to give the child all the information before the teenage years. That’s the key period for identity formation, and they need all available information before that point. And, by the teenage years, kids don’t believe a word their parents say! So you better get the information out while they are still listening.

V. Remember the child knows more than you think.

See snooping, above! Not to mention, if anyone in the family knows it, chances are your child has overheard parts of the story and are filling in the blanks on her own. Or someone else — older siblings, school friends who heard something from their parents — is telling your child. And they are likely not doing it in a kind and understanding way. Even if they are, the game of “rumour” should remind you how skewed the story will be by the time your child hears it.

Also, your child is probably developmentally ready to hear parts of the story before you think they are. Although parents are experts in their child, their reluctance to share hard truths and desire to protect the child might lead to underestimating their ability to understand.

VI. If information is negative, use a third party professional.

Choose wisely, interview beforehand, and discuss parameters of telling. You MUST STAY when the therapist tells, so that you can offer your child emotional support, so you know the details shared to clarify later anything your child missed or misunderstood, so you can demonstrate to your child than even though you know “the worst” about them, you still love them and are there for them.

VII. Use positive adoption language.

It’s important to model positive attitudes about adoption, and that starts with language. Your child relies on you to teach them that language, too.

VIII. Don’t impose value judgments.

Even horrific information needs to be conveyed in a neutral manner. Conveying negative judgments of original family or their actions will be seen as a rejection by adopted children. “If you don’t like my biological parents, you don’t like me.”

And what we see as terribly negative information may not be that for the child. Betsy was called in by a family to share the fact that their son was conceived as a result of rape. Everyone was surprised that the boy was actually happy to hear it — he had internalized ideas of his first mother as promiscuous, and was glad to know it wasn’t so.

IX. Initiate conversation about adoption.

Waiting until kids ask questions isn’t adequate. Look for opportunities to raise the issue of adoption:

1. Watch movies/programs with adoption themes with your child and draw parallels and contrasts to your child’s story; use as a springboard to further discussion;

2. Use key times of the year (birthday, Mother’s Day, adoption day) to let your child know that you are thinking about their original family;

3. Comment on your child’s positive characteristics and wonder aloud whether they got that characteristic from biological family members;

4. Include the biological family when congratulating your child for accomplishments — “I’m sure they would be as proud as we are.”

X. The child should be in control of his story outside the family.

Intimate details should only be shared at your child’s discretion. Make sure, though, that your child realizes the difference between “private” and “secret.” Secrets connote shame, and you don’t want your child to think negative facts are shameful.

I think one of my favorite social dynamics to observe are interracial couples. Here in our sweet little college town I see them all the time. I’m so happy to know that this generation coming up right behind me seems even more eager to forget race barriers. For me there is just something very full of hope and bravery about it. Perhaps it’s because I grew up in a small town in the deep south where that was very much a “taboo”. It was certainly something I never saw as a young child. I still remember the first interracial couple I ever met. One of my father’s dear friends, a fellow minister, was a black man who married a white woman and in the social aftermath following it my parents had them over to dinner. My Dad sat us kids down before they arrived and said, “Remember not to act shocked when you meet his wife. She isn’t the same color as him and that’s ok. Jesus loves everybody and he wants us all to love each other.”

The other day, I witnessed the sweetest, gentlest moment between a young Asian man and a beautiful black girl. They were walking through our pedestrian shopping center holding hands. He said something that made her tilt her head back and laugh. He stopped and touched her cheek in the most tender fashion and then he kissed her so sweetly that it made me want to cheer for him and good men everywhere. I wondered then what sort of lovely girl my son will bring home to us some day. I made a mental note to live my life in such a way that all my children know that no matter who they love their parents will welcome them. I don’t want Button to ever feel he has to call home and say, “Mom, I met the most amazing girl but I just want you to know she’s (insert race).” That sentence should never have to be uttered because Button should know that his parents don’t care what color love is.

–Rosemary

image courtesy of flickr

“No matter how you feel – get up, dress up and show up. Life is waiting!” – Dixie Carter
So I’ve finally come to the place in time where I can no longer put it off. I really need to get started on Button’s lifebook. Of course, I love celebrating all things Button, but not even that can help me shake my loathing of crafty projects. Bless his sweet heart this kid is definitely not going to have one of those super-special-fancy lifebooks made by the sort of mom who has a “project and giftwrapping room”. I want to be that kind of mom, really I do, but I’m just not and that’s all there is to it. I forget to photograph everything important, I get glue stuck in my eyebrows, I can’t cut a straight line and I hate stickers. In short – I’m a very bad scrapbooker. Thank God for grandmothers or else our kids probably won’t have a single surviving picture of their childhood.

So who has suggestions for EASY, no-fail scrapbooking? Ideally I would most like a website where I could drop all the pictures and text in digitally and not have to deal with all that cutting and pasting. You think I’m joking but Brian makes me use the child safety scissors. I know some of you out there are serious scrapbookers so hit me up with all your best tips and shortcuts! Or you could just volunteer to drive right over and work on it for me while I whip up something delicious for us to snack on. Now doesn’t that sound lovely?

–Rosemary

I’ve been reading “Infant Massage: A Handbook for Loving Parents” by Vimala McClure. I really enjoyed this book tremendously. I love the focus it places on respecting the power of affection and touch to show not just tell our children how much we love them. I became interested in infant massage as a way to aid bonding with Button a while back but I didn’t know if it would be possible since he was a toddler. This book really encouraged me that it is never too late to begin showering our children with physical affection and having it received – eventually.


My favorite things about the book were that it has an entire section written directly to the adoptive and foster parent. I found this to be very helpful. It addressed a lot of the questions I had about our specific family needs. She also includes chapters about children with special and developmental needs and sibling bonding through massage that I think may be useful to many adoptive families. Another thing I really enjoyed about this book was that she dedicates an entire chapter to dads and how they can use massage to bond with their babies, which received the “Brian seal of approval”. 😉

Something I felt could have been done a bit better was that sometimes the author used rather over-the-top opinionated language in her supportive of massage. Even though I am also a strong proponate of the idea and intend to try it out in our family, sometimes I felt like she made too strong a case for the idea that loving touch i.e. massage was the only thing keeping children from growing up to be mass murderers. I just sort of skimmed those rather preachy paragraphs though and they were pretty rare.

All in all, I liked the book a lot and I felt like it was straight forward instruction with easy to follow pictures and sound advice. I am going to practice on a friend’s baby this weekend!

–Rosemary

This month is just crawling by. I think our scare in the early weeks of September absolutely slowed time to a death crawl for us. Thank God that is mostly over!


Now we are just anxiously waiting and waiting to find out who gets those precious referrals! I can’t wait to see everyone’s update pictures and all those adorable new babies who have been matched with their families! If you are a fellow adoptive, or pre-adoptive, family who reads this blog and you have one of your own then please share your link with us. I love following everyone’s journey!

Happy Waiting,
–Rosemary

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