Monday, October 29, 2012

Your Own


Several weeks ago I had the pleasure of visiting with a few very special people in my life who I don’t get to see often or spend much time with.  As we were visiting, the subject of having children came up.  My friend, who is just starting to think about her biological clock, was asked when she might start having babies.  She very clearly replied that she really has no interest in being pregnant or carrying a child, and that she would much rather adopt.  Immediately following her comment, my other friend started to say “Oh Valerie (I’ve changed the names to protect the privacy of the people involved), you want to have your……..” and she stopped.  Clearly, she was going to say “You want to have your own child.”

At the time, I didn’t respond, but now I wish I would have because I believe positive adoption launguage is an educational process.  I have heard this comment made often, and every time I hear it, it evokes strong feelings.    I know in my heart that people mean well and are not trying to be hurtful, but  it still annoys me every time I hear it.  What concerns me most is not my feelings, but my daughter’s feelings. Even though she and I have discussed this very important topic, I still can’t help but think she would feel sad if she heard someone she knows make that comment.

As an adoptive mother, I know it is my responsibility to help educate people about adoption.  With that being said, I want to make it VERY CLEAR that an adopted child IS YOUR OWN CHILD.  And unless you have adopted a child, or are a close family member of an adopted child, you will never completely understand this.  I know exactly what it feels like to carry, deliver and hold your birth child in your arms.  I also know exactly what if feels like to wait for what feels like an eternity and then finally meet and hold your adopted child in your arms.  Both are huge blessings.  Both are amazing.  And all of them are “my children.”  You don’t love them differently, you don’t care for them differently and you don’t treat them differently.  There is NO difference.  Period.   So family members, friends and acquaintances, on behalf of my family and all families with adopted children, I ask for your support in choosing your words carefully and using positive adoption language when referring to adoption or an adopted child.  :)

Friday, October 5, 2012

A Complaint from the Laundry Queen


As I face the mountains of dirty clothes in my laundry room

I can’t help but feel like it is a thankless, never-ending, never-see-the-bottom kind of job.

Some days, I can’t help but feel like laundry is all I ever do.

I know this is not true, but if our washer and dryer could speak, I am pretty sure it would scream “1-800-OVERUSE and ABUSE!”

Since it is my nature to always try to look at both sides of a situation

I am pondering the group of people who make all this dirty laundry.

And even though the never-ending piles of laundry can some days discourage me

Today I was suddenly struck with a new, powerful thought.

Having piles of laundry made by Dan, Noah, Nicholas, Evan and Megan means that they are here……. at home……with me. 

Not in the hospital, not away at college,  not  too sick to dirty their clothes, and not in Heaven, where there are no need for clothes. 

THEY are here, WITH ME, happily getting dirty.  Now THAT is something to be thankful for!

And because of the intensity of the way this thought process struck me

I am fairly certain that God planted this in my head.  In fact, I know HE did.

So today I am feeling quite lucky to be working on mountains of laundry made by my favorite people in the world.

But tomorrow, it is entirely possible that I may forget.  And I might complain.   If I do, could someone please remind me about the benefits of having dirty laundry?????