When we first started the adoption we thought that we should focus our research on adoption related stuff until we got our referral and then after the referral came in we would move on and do more of that “What to Expect in Your First Year” type of reading. We had already done a fair amount of research before we even started our home study but in the many months since then we’ve been able to read a lot of books, blogs and articles on attachment and bonding, primal wound theory, being an interracial family, and developing a healthy relationship with our kid’s biological families. As you can probably all tell by now, I’m a type A, super-organized, virgo, little miss bossy-butt. One of my donors once said, “Rosemary, you really need to have a baby or you will become a super monster of efficiency.” I took that as a compliment.

Well, the joke is on me because Button is already completely ignoring my schedules and letting me know that life will be different as a parent. I woke up this morning literally in a cold sweat convinced that I knew nothing about how to raise a child. How were we even going to keep him alive? Bri had already left for work and I wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and stared at the contents thinking, “I have no idea which of these food items are appropriate to feed a toddler! Deviled eggs? Pasta salad? Pickled asparagus?” It was as if I had completely forgotten that I might consider buying food especially for a toddler. Then I sort of stumbled around the house, still in my pj’s with crazy bed head, observing our half-packed home full of boxes and bubble wrap and thought, “This place is a death trap! I don’t know the first thing about baby-proofing. Why did I ever think I knew anything? I need to hire a professional!”


So now, months before we are expecting a referral and well before I had planned on it, we are proudly expecting a big shipment of parenting, baby-proofing, nutrition, and toddler wisdom books from Amazon. Apparently the Mommy-me does not work on a sensible schedule as well as the Rosemary-me does. Hmmmm…. Score Card: Button-1 Mommy-0

– Rosemary

OK, this post is going to be brief because I am writing it illegally from the lobby of a very nice hotel with a business center. I am not staying at this very nice hotel. I am staying a rather dodgy hotel with no business center. The desk attendant at this hotel keeps eyeing me suspiciously so I’m going to make it fast.

I am finally in Va. However, I am not in our house. I also do not have any of our possesions or my husband. They will arrive this afternoon in a moving van from New York along with our heavily medicated cat. I am leaving to pick up my wonderful helpful parents at the airport in a few minutes. We are so grateful that they are staying for a few days to help us get all moved in!

So where have I been for the past 2 weeks? Well, mostly consumed with packing our house in NYC but also just unavailable via internet because we got our cable wifi turned off too early and now it would appear rather unluckily that it is the only utility we are having trouble getting turned on here in VA so we will continue to be without internet for several more days. Yes, I am in serious withdrawals!! And can you even believe this happened to me during June referrals? Girls, if you get a referral please leave me a comment and tell me because at least that will show up on my blackberry and then I will know!! Terri, that means you!

I also have to tell you guys this last piece of news because I swear to God you’re never going to believe it. You want to know the definition of irony? I had to go to Florida to pick up the car we bought and do sme work at our main office. Then my best friend drove me to VA from there because I have epilepsy and am not allowed to drive long distances. As soon, as we pulled into the hotel here in VA she suffered a massive grand mal seizure and we spent the first 12 hours we were here in the emergency room. It has been a very trying and stressful week! Please pray for my best friend’s health, diagnosis and medical care! She is in my thoughts at all times right now.

Love to all,
Roses

Just a quick note to say, “To whom it may concern, thank you very much.”
I don’t know how these things are handled or who may be responsible but a while ago I noticed we were getting a bit of site traffic from the Adoptive Families website. As time passed we noticed that traffic growing so I finally made an effort to check it out (I’m not very net-savvy as you can tell). Anyway, it would appear that we are now listed as one of the Adoptive Families Blogs We Love in the Asia section on their very fun and comprehensive blogroll.

So if you nominated us then – “Thanks!” It made me feel warm and fuzzy. 😉
– Rosemary

As this title suggests, today I’m going to talk about something that really irks me. People who talk about the children they are adopting, are going to adopt in the future, or have adopted as if they are performing a charitable work. And when I say it irritates me, trust me, I’m being polite because it royally jellies my doughnut! Whenever Brian and I run into these people, and it inevitably happens all too often, he knows that as soon as we escape their presence I’m going to rant and rave for ages. In case I haven’t mentioned it lately – Brian is a saint for putting up with my good Irish temper.

What in the world causes people to think that adoption is an acceptable form of “ministry”? The only reason to adopt a child is because the adult has a burning desire to parent a child, or that specific child, if the case is known to them. Every child deserves to have parents who are overjoyed with the opportunity to have them as a member of the family. That statement should go doubly for adopted kids who have already lost so much. The idea of any of them being received out of some sense of “christian duty” like a Victorian novel or a bad scene from Orphan Train is just heartbreaking. Not to mention tacky. It’s so incredibly tacky when I hear these people talking about their child – a human being – as if he or she were an after school project. Have they no shame??

I recently got into an email “discussion” with a gentleman, and adoptive parent, who is running a website where he is urging people to “consider doing more than just child sponsorship – instead see if you can’t find room in your life for the adoption of a needy orphan.” This is all the sort of rhetoric that truly bothers me. If people aren’t thrilled by the idea of parenting (again or for the first time) then it is heinous to manipulate them into feeling some level of guilt over not adopting a child. That is not the way a family should be formed!! Those are not the parents these kids should be receiving. There are lots of fantastic programs that we can all get involved in to help alleviate child and family suffering around the globe and that is a much better way to contribute unless you truly want to parent adoptively.

So yea, it makes me mad when I see people who have been blessed to have a child in their home and do the hard work of parenting and yet they seem incapable of realizing that this opportunity is stripped away from people everyday for no other reason than poverty, governmental upheaval or poor health. We are all so lucky to be adoptive parents with some sort of resources and some level of good health (or else we wouldn’t have been approved) in this beautifully stable country. Adopting a child doesn’t make us good people it makes us all lucky as hell.

–Rosemary

A couple of weeks ago we had some dear friends visiting from out of town and they were thoughtfully asking about the status of our adoption. As I finished explaining our expected timeline my buddy said, “So is your kid already born?” I thought about it for a second and replied “Yes, he was probably born sometime recently.” It was a very powerful realization in an oddly casual moment.

I think I always felt peace for Button as long as I could think of him as being with his mom. As growing inside her and being cared for by her in that inimitable fashion. But now I had to realize he had entered a very different time. I suddenly thought “My baby, my Button, has already been born and most likely already been relinquished for some as-yet-unknown-to-me reason. He is somewhere in the limbo of the system without the care of permanent parents. He is, right now as I breathe, trapped between the provision of his original mother and me.” Then I panicked. I just couldn’t seem to quit thinking about it – worrying about it – obsessing about it. Even though I know all the facts. I know that Holt runs an amazing program; the other families who have brought their children home say nothing but positive things. I know that the Holt foster families are reported to be fantastic! My brain knows all of that. But what does that information matter to me when I have a child somewhere on the other side of the world and I cannot care for him???
I know I haven’t spoken much about my faith on this blog but I’m going to now. I have spent a lot of time praying in the last few days. I have been in real need of comfort as I faced these fears for our child. I read my Bible and asked the Lord for mercy but I couldn’t seem to find anything that would bring me solace. Then, as I was clearing out my desk to pack for this move, I found an old 3×5 card that I had stuck in a drawer. I had copied this on it: Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’ – The Talmud.” As I stared at that card an image came in my mind of an enormous angel bending low over a sleeping baby and whispering “Thrive, Thrive”.
I know it’s just a silly imagination but it has brought me a great deal of peace. I do believe that God is watching over our child and us and his other parents during this very difficult process. Even though it takes a lot of faith to make such bold statements, I also believe that He has placed all the right caregivers in Button’s life so that he may thrive. Even if it has to be the unseen and unknown the Lord will provide for him. After all, Bangkok is called The City of Angels.
– Rosemary

Brian and I have recently become interested in the hilarious, bizarre and sometimes heartwarming world of vlogs. There are a lot of interesting people out there who are putting together miniature films, as it were, and sharing them with the world. I’m late to this trend, of course, but it’s an entire tiny cosmos that revolves around your favorite “directors” most recent creation, how well designed it is and what it has to say. My abilities don’t reach that level but I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m happy to lurk there… for hours. Yes, I’m a nerd.

So anyway, I am a new fan of Shyaporn Theerakulstit, who is a super cute Thai-American guy living right here in NYC. His vlogs are funny, odd, and intelligent. I love what he has to say about race in America (when he talks about that subject) and, best of all, I love his ridiculous, silly spoofs on everything from Blockbuster films to roommates. Please enjoy this interesting and funny vlog about media representation of Asians. You can scroll to the bottom to turn my music off.

Most AP’s in our generation are much more informed about adoption and it’s repercussions than our parents or grandparents were. Of course, some AP’s out there are just blindly stepping into the abyss and I really have no further comment on them. But many of us are working hard to change the landscape of adoption for the better. Devoting time, effort and resources to fight unethical adoption practices. Most of us are deeply concerned about creating a family through ethical means and are only content to work with agencies that reflect that commitment. Brian and I did research for more than 6 months before we chose an agency. We had a laundry list of requirements for the ethical comportment of our adoption workers. Yet, there is a strong anti-adoption movement and these people have a lot of thought provoking things to say. For me, their blogs, zines and chat rooms have been a valuable place to learn about what is and has been morally indefensible and dysfunctional in adoption. I value what I learn there.

However, that being said, we still chose to adopt. At this point in time, some people are really wondering why? But some people won’t even do us the courtesy of asking. They will simply assume that we feel entitled to another couple’s biological child because we are white, middle class, Americans. I don’t feel entitled to any child, biological or adoptive, period. I feel that all children are a gift (not a requirement) for any family blessed to do the hard work of raising them. We fully understand that people suffering from desperate poverty, in conditions that seem to Westerners to be untenable, raise happy healthy families every day! In fact, in many cultures, these families are run by single moms who are not ostracized or endangered by their communities. We fully understand that bringing a child to America from the country of their birth does not necessarily provide them with a better life. “A better life” is a broad and subjective statement that can not be measured.

We chose not to entangle ourselves in a domestic adoption because we wanted to make sure that we weren’t involved in pressuring or coercing a woman to place her child for adoption. Although, I want to be perfectly clear in saying that we fully understand that not all domestic adoptions are like that! Instead, we decided to complete an international adoption of a child already in care. We don’t yet know who our child is or why his parents felt they needed to relinquish him. However, I do know that it’s important we not make assumptions about their motivations, lives or circumstances. I respect my ignorance of their situation by keeping my mouth shut.

Some people will also assume that we chose to adopt internationally because we wanted to make sure we wouldn’t have any contact with our child’s original family. Nothing could be further from the truth! We are hopeful about having as much contact with our child’s other mother as she will allow. We believe that our children have an inalienable right to a full and functioning understanding of their genetic identity and that is not something Brian and I can give them. That is something only our kid’s first family can offer. But we intend to give them our full love and active support in strengthening those relationships, if possible, their whole lives through.

Finally, there are always people who say, “Adoption simply shouldn’t be happening. We should be doing more to support those families who are suffering from extreme poverty, teenage pregnancy, social injustice, war, famine, and hatred. We should be fixing those problems so that people don’t have to make adoption plans for their children!” My response to that is: YES!! That is exactly what we should be doing. We can call it “The Extreme Poverty, Teenage Pregnancy, Social Injustice, War, Famine and Hatred Relief Society. For short though, we’ll just print “The E.P.T.P.S.I.W.F.H. Relief Society” on our business cards.

All cynicism aside though, I understand the point behind that statement and I agree with all the passion in my tender heart. I am working, both as a volunteer and in my professional life, to rid the world of as much injustice as possible. However, the boat has sprung a leak and I don’t think we can bail water fast enough. So while another generation of kids grow up in extreme, third world poverty, under institutional care, we decided to adopt, create a family, love unconditionally, and allow our child to flourish as whatever amazing person they want to be. To parent, would be our great honor and joy, and we hope we can bless our child’s life because they will bless us forever by simply being.

Do we think this system is perfect? Certainly not! Do we think that love will fix all the issues inherent in adoption? Nope, not a chance. Do we think that we are qualitatively better parents than their first family because we are white, American, Christian, or financially solvent? The very question is reprehensible to us and the answer is a resounding: NO, NEVER, NOT A CHANCE!

So what do we think?
I think that the old Leonard Cohen song sums it up –
“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

– Rosemary

If we were seriously wealthy, I would buy a beautiful mountain home on the Maekok river in northern Thailand. I know a lot of people want Spain or Italy for their dream vacation villa but Thailand is it for me. A couple of years ago we were on the river in long-tail boats headed to the Karen elephant camp and I took a picture of this place. Now, I can’t stop dreaming of it.

In packing for this move, I found a box of old journals I’ve kept through my many trips back and forth from Thailand. I was so interested in the record of my early culture shock as it turned to delight in the course of these travels. In one entry from my first trip I wrote “I am amazed at how so many of my friends have fallen in love with Asia. They are dying to backpack Vietnam and Laos. Wow. Give me Europe any day. Every second is just hot hot hot and there always seems to be some inexplicable dust that arrives to coat everything.”
In an entry from a different journal, which I was keeping a year later, I wrote this: “It’s my second day and jet lag is still pretty strong but it’s wonderful to wake up early before the morning cool has all burned off. I went up to Maenoi’s kitchen and begged some fried rice. It was so good! After the girls leave for school I’m going to walk down past the wat and out through the rice paddies. I’ve missed that view.”

The country of Button’s birth is so special to me. It is a rich and varied culture. The people are full of laughter. It is a place of patience and love. Or at least that is what it has meant in my life and I’m grateful for it. In an experience I’m sure many of our fellow adoptive parents can relate to, I frequently feel angry when I see the Thai people being portrayed in the media as nothing but prostitutes and drug dealers. Its frustrating when someone asks where we’re adopting from and upon hearing the answer they automatically say something like “Oh my God, just think about the life you’re rescuing them from.” I feel compelled to defend Thailand. I feel the need to defend our child’s race and national heritage. I feel like it’s our job to speak up for Button’s other parents who don’t deserve to be judged.
I could list so many facts in explanation of why Thailand is a wonderful country. They are an emerging economy in a region that has struggled terribly. They have a wise and gentle king, who just happens to be the world’s longest ruling monarch. They bravely resisted colonization by Western powers. They have many excellent schools and hospitals and their national respect for the arts is truly commendable. However, the most important thing I think I can say to anyone, but most especially to Button, is simply: I love Thailand. I am proud of Thailand and I hope to make Thailand proud of me.
– Rosemary
Well, I have to admit I am having a hard time finding stuff to blog about lately. It’s not that I don’t have all sorts of deep (and shallow) thoughts about our adoption every hour of the day but in the last couple of weeks I just seem to be having a hard time expressing myself. I guess it’s a combination of the moving stress (our house has been in boxes for weeks and I am working off the coffee table) and the upcoming June referrals.

Why does referral month always send me into such a tizzy? It is far too early for us to get a call so it’s not that I’m going through the crazy tension of waiting for the phone to ring. I think it’s more like being at a surprise party. You may be enjoying yourself chatting with the other guests but everyone knows the party hasn’t really started until the guest of honor arrives. I just feel keyed up waiting to see how far we’ll move up the line and who will get matched with their child and what wonderful families are going to be created!! I’m so excited for our fellow PAP’s who I know are waiting for phone calls and I can’t wait to hear their stories: DETAILS, GIRLS, DETAILS!!

So anyway, I guess I’ll try to come up with some sort of real posting for this blog in the next couple of days but for now I seem to have some sort of summer heat/referral month/moving induced brain cloud. Be patient with me.

– Rosemary

For everyone who parents with a careful eye to the TV (or no TV) and for everyone else who feels that you really can’t go wrong with as many logged hours of viewership as possible – this clip is for us all. Because no matter where we stand in the constant war of “mom vs. cable” we probably all have the same sunshiny feelings about a few kid’s shows: Sesame Street, The Muppets and Mr. Rogers brought to us courtesy of Public Television. Because no matter what our kids are watching we certainly can’t deny that the images have power.
This clip of Mr. Rogers pleading for funding before the US Senate, on behalf of children everywhere, is moving to say the least. His commitment to taking a little bit of decency into a child’s life every day is truly a beautiful thing:

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