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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

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.

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:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

When I wrote my blog last week about Adoption Dissolution I was certain it would receive some negative feedback. And it did. Oddly enough though the people who supported Ms. Tedaldi’s decision to place her son for adoption a second time didn’t leave comments on my post they sent me emails instead. Some of them were interesting to read and some of them were just plain ugly.

One woman said that in the years since their adoption took place they have had a lot of difficulties and she could really relate to Ms. Tedaldi’s story and she felt grateful that someone was talking about it so honestly. She said that post adoption depression is very real. It was interesting to read that email because I agree with that sentiment completely!! I totally believe that post-partum and post adoptive depression is a natural and obvious condition that afflicts many families. I am reading a book now about post adoption depression so that in case it is something Brian and I face later we can know where to start dealing with it. I also wish more people would talk about their experiences honestly – I guess everyone is afraid of being called a “bad mom”. However, all that being said, I don’t think that has anything to do with adoption dissolution. Lots of great, fully committed families face post-adoption depression, special needs children and many other stressors (like spouses on active deployment) and don’t dissolve their child’s place in the family. Commitment does not mean doing something as long as it is easy.

I also got several incredibly SNARKY emails from adoptive mothers which basically all said the same thing “You haven’t even brought your child home yet. You don’t know how hard adoption is. Maybe your kid will be perfect but maybe the whole thing will be awful. I think Ms. Tedaldi had every right to do what she did.”
Hmmmm…. How to respond to that?
It’s true our son has not joined our family geographically yet but it doesn’t affect our love for him. It’s also true that I don’t know if he will be an easy child to raise or a difficult one but that doesn’t matter either. I am his mother and I am not expecting him to be perfect (nor would I even want that) I am committed to him no matter who he is. The same idea that these women all expressed to me was “You don’t know how hard adoption is.” Of course, that is 100% true! However, I feel that the better reality is that I don’t yet know how hard parenting is. But I am expecting it to be hard, just like marriage can be very difficult but ultimately rewarding, and full of love. I am not going to give my husband away and I am not going to give my kids away either. They are my family and they are allowed to be difficult.

–Rosemary

Book review day! Since R is out of town, I am the designated blogger for this Wednesday. I have a great book that we picked up at B&N a few weeks ago. It’s the Columbia University Children’s Medical Guide from DK. As with most of their books, it’s heavily illustrated and easy to flip through. It’s very well organized for the non-medical person with simple non-technical vocabulary. They’ve got a nice little breakdown about many common childhood illnesses, from earache to hemophilia. There’s also a nice couple pages on development and milestones, safety and health, and even a little section on “adolescent development” with the nice encyclopedia drawings of the maturing body.

Even for me as a doctor, knowing what to do with a sick baby is a little intimidating. That’s why I love the “Symptom Charts” section of the book, with large flowcharts broken down into broad symptom categories like “fever” “diarrhea” and “painful joints”. These make it easy to decide what your little one’s rash looks like and whether you should insist on an immediate appointment with the pediatrician or not. This is huge, especially for the new parent.

We say in medicine all the time that the technical aspects are easy to learn, but that what we really learn in all those years of medical school and residency is judgment. I think that learning how to be a parent is the same thing – learning what’s a big deal and what isn’t. Hopefully a book like this will help those of us who are new to the game to freak out a little less and save a few copays along the way.

-Brian

What the heck does adoption dissolution mean? Well, I know what it means but I don’t understand it. Technically the definition of adoption dissolution is: A reversal or voiding of an adoption after its legal finalization. This can occur for a variety of reasons, the most common of which are: 1) That there was not a good match of the needs of the child with the talents and capabilities of the adoptive family, and 2) That the circumstances of the child or the adoptive family have changed substantially since the finalization, which would make a continuation of the relationship impractical or impossible. However, my heart absolutely does not understand this. Just reading the definition is scary because it reminds me that a lot of people don’t feel committed to their adopted children. I mean honestly, how many families formed through biology are in NO WAY a good match for one another or capable of meeting one another’s needs? A lot. And yet they go slogging onward because they are simply committed to each other. Sometimes out of love, sometimes out of hate and sometimes out of inertia but they don’t just dissolve all the bonds of family and disapear.

Some of you may be aware of this as it has made some small sensation in adoption-bloggy land but I, as always, am late to the party. Recently there was this terribly disturbing article about an adoption dissolution. A woman named Anita Tedaldi wrote an essay about why she chose to “unadopt” a toddler after keeping him for 18 months. If you haven’t read the piece yet I would strongly encourage you to take the time. I found very little to agree with the author about. I thought her tone was self-indulgent and her vocabulary inappropriate.

Do I feel that the little boy this story tragically centers around is better off with his new family? I FERVENTLY HOPE SO. Do I think that the “adoption dissolution” and the time he spent with Anita Tidaldi did him irreparable harm? YES ABSOLUTELY. Do I think that Ms. Tidaldi is responsible for the additional developmental delays and emotional scarring of rejecting him and the lost years of bonding he could have had with his true adoptive family? YES ABSOLUTELY.

I think the thing that frustrates me most about this entire situation though is the very fact that we even have something called “adoption dissolution.” When a biological parent places a child for adoption we call it by many names: relinquishment, abandonment, giving up for adoption, making a placement plan. All of those words and phrases though come with a harsh stigma for the original mother, including being referred to as a birth mom for the rest of her life. I really feel that in instances when adoptive parents make the choice to “dissolve” their child’s place in the family, a child that has already been relinquished once before, we need not to lessen the weight of this act by giving it minimizing vocabulary. If first families have to face stark terminology then I think that adoptive families who make this choice need to as well.

Ms. Tedaldi should not be able to merely explain all this away to her social circle by saying that she is “dissolving her adoption” but rather she should have to tell everyone that she has made the choice to give her child up for adoption. After all, that’s the truth.

–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

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

Guess what I found? Well, fine then, don’t guess but at least look!

This cute little book just flew off the shelf at me and, of course, I had to have it for our Button. It’s completely adorable! All the buttons are on brightly colored ribbons and toddlers can pop them in and out of the page’s cute counting themed pictures. I’m thinking it will be a fun way to start learning his 1-10 in english.

–Rosemary