Wordless Wednesday

31 08 2011


Sunday Snapshot

28 08 2011

SAG using my latest garage sale find to drain the tofu.


Bragging Again

27 08 2011

This week I discovered a used book store that I had never been to before.

I found ALL of these books on a single shelf.

In case you are feeling a bit too jealous – this week I also got poison ivy all over my forearms and one knee.

I can’t seem to stop itching to start reading.

Wordless Wednesday

24 08 2011

Thirteen U.S. Dollars

One Month - 30 Days of Food

A 3-yr-old in Shanto - the area where your donation WILL GO. (photo by A. Powell AP)

Feed Hope – FOVC


On a MUCH Lighter Note – Sort Of – BABY SHOWER

22 08 2011

Do you know that I have never hosted a shower in my life.  Not a bridal shower, not a baby shower and not a shower for a FIVER-YEAR-OLD.  (I have taken showers, but not nearly as often as I should in the last couple of years.)

Today I am hosting a virtual shower for an adoptive mother who, quite frankly, doesn’t need anything.  Okay, well she probably needs to change the name of her blog because the title “God Will Add” tempted the big guy and she is unexpectedly adopting the older sibling of her youngest son.  But I have already talked to her about that.  It is a very interesting story and to read more you can go back through her blog entries.

All in all she is more than 9 months into the wait trying to get back to Ethiopia so she can reunite the boys.  She finally got a court date – it is November.  Instead of mourning all this lost time, it is time to do something positive.

This shower is all about supporting people in Southern Ethiopia, specifically people who are starting to feel the effects of the drought.

So please, come to my shower.  I won’t make you wear a clothespin in an effort not to say the word baby.  I won’t make you dress up anyone in toilet paper or look at melted candybars in diapers.  But you could win some cool prizes, and oh yeah, help some people in the process.


Perspective – Mine, and Probably Mine, Alone

22 08 2011

In adoption circles, it is frequently said and widely accepted: adoption causes trauma.  Every single time I read that it strikes me as incorrect.  And I was wondering why I see this so differently from many of the people that I respect.  I think I finally figured it out.

My adoption perspective is shaped by my background in animal welfare.  The process of sheltering animals has three distinct steps.  There is relinquishment – when a lost animal arrives, or more commonly, when a family intentionally brings an animal to a shelter hoping the agency will find it a new home.  There is care taking- when an animal lives at the shelter hopefully receiving adequate food, water, exercise, attention and medical care.  There is adoption – when a match is made and the animal goes to its new, hopefully forever, home.

In human adoption we tend to refer to this entire process as “adoption.”  Still, my head always breaks it down into those three components.  The trauma in human adoption comes from relinquishment, possibly what happened before relinquishment, unfortunately sometimes what happens in the care setting, and rarely from the actual process of adoption.  That is not to say that joining a new family is easy and without its own form of trauma, but comparatively, and usually, the joining of the new family is the start of something good.  While it doesn’t erase the previous traumas, it does provide a path to a potentially great life.

I am treading on eggshells here.  I am being oh-so-careful not to say “a better life.”  A “better life” would be a giant assumption on my part and is not at all what I necessarily belief.  A better life makes the assumption that you know what the child’s alternative life would be.  Did you assume the child would be in a care center? on the streets? with his/her family of origin? dead?  The fact is we will never know for any specific child what the exact alternative would have been.  We do know many kids live on the streets, starve to death, spend their whole lives in care centers or wind up suffering in a family that is not equipped to care for them.  We also know that many women who did not think they could care for their children, find a way to get by, providing their children with everything they need and more. Furthermore, I do not want to make ANY assumptions about the circumstances leading up to the relinquishment.  In fact, I often feel at odds with other Ethiopian adoptive families over this issue.  I feel that as a community we over-simplify the causes of relinquishment.  Yes, poverty.  POVERTY.  Extreme, life-threatening poverty.  But not exclusively, and not always.

I am not looking to let adoptive parents off-the-hook.  When you enter into a complex paradigm that results in completely altering at least one human being’s life without his/her consent, you must be educated, conscientious and extremely aware of what your actions intentionally, or even unintentionally, contribute to.  Too many adoptive parents go into adoption with only their own needs guiding them, thereby opening the doors wide for unethical practices.

However, I contend, with a thousand caveats, that it is not the “adoption” part of adoption that causes trauma.  There are kids that need homes.  Millions less kids would need homes if we harnessed the political will and resources to correct the extreme imbalances in our world.  And I have seen many adoptive parents working towards that goal.  Still, there are kids that need homes.  The needing of the home is the tragedy.  The tragedy creates the trauma.

The finding of a home is actually a cause for celebration.  It doesn’t make you a hero.  The adopted child does not owe you gratitude.  Remembering the important fact that he/she did not ask to be in this situation in the first place and had no control over any part of it, the child deserves understanding (but not pity).  But a family coming together to move forward into the future as a team – that is a wonderful thing.

Fellow adoptive parents – fully conscious, sensitive, aware, concerned, adoptive parents – it is okay to celebrate your adoption.

(And if you are asking yourself – who is she to give that permission? – I humbly respond, absolutely no-one, just a woman with an opinion and a blog.  You also might want to hate me for daring to compare human adoption to animal adoption.)

Sunday Snapshot

21 08 2011