You knew it was coming and YOU looked anyway.
What is with the layer of white bread underneath?
So, by the time these three Mama’s got their acts together, two kids were already napping. Of course, if they were my kids they would have still been in the living room ARGUING about having to take a nap. But they were Captain Murdock’s two littlest – so they went to bed without a fuss. Which means they are missing from the group photo. (Another justification for my inconsistent parenting and children with naughty habits.)
While two beautiful faces are missing, I still felt the need to publish this photo.
I think when you look at this picture you should listen to this song.
(PS I don’t want these women to think they are influencing this agnostic, but the song, well, it actually mentions God.)
I had posts racing through my head as I left to pick-up my kids from pre-school. I planned to use quiet/nap time to organize all my brilliant thoughts, record them with precise and thought-provoking prose and post them on the World Wide Web for all to read and admire.
Instead, I spent the afternoon in Doctor’s offices.
Care to guess which kid?
This is supposed to be a series about what I’ve been reading. However, I have to interrupt my little series because I can’t stop laughing.
I feel the need to confess, in addition to reading, I do a little watching…. That is TV, Baby. And while I am not proud of it, sometimes I just have to share.
While I noticed that weeks ago, as did probably everyone who watches Pr0ject Runway, it just didn’t seem like enough to base a blog post on. But, as we learned last night, at least he is not a “one way monkey,” um, er “one trick pony.”
I know it is not nice to make fun of people who utter mixed up idioms, especially if English is their second language.
So, I am choosing to think that I am laughing with Dmitry, not at him.
Up until last night the funniest idiom mix up I had heard was when I tried to explain the concept of “Too many Chiefs, not enough Indians” to our friend Jean-Michele. He was confused… but mostly because he thought I was saying, “Too many Sheep, not enough Indians.”
For the rest of the day I will try to keep my One Way Monkey in check while making sure the Sheep to Indian ratio is appropriate.
What exactly have I been doing while I wasn’t writing?
I picked up all three of these books from the library on the same day. I decided to read them in what I thought would be the easiest to toughest order. That meant Reunited was up first.
I am not sure what genera to label this with – part memoir, part auto-biography, part “how-to,” and part “adoption for dummies.” Also, a big part, “advertisement for birth family search services.”
The book is written in the first person by Pamela Slaton who is an adult adoptee and an “investigative genealogist,” which, seems to me to be a made-up job title. (Not a fictional job title, but more, a creative paring of words to explain what one does for a pay check.)
As far as I am concerned, Slaton can give herself any title she wants. While the book wasn’t perfect, I rushed through it and blew off other activities to finish it quickly. Her writing skills are solid but nothing compared to her investigative skills, which are apparently second-to-none
according to her.
Please don’t let my snarkiness put you off. This book is an excellent read and I think it is probably critical for anyone in the adoption triad.
The stories are riveting, as you would expect. But some are also surprising. Slaton does not provide us with all happy-endings. Along with the rainbows and unicorns you find plenty of dysfunction, denial and heart-ache. But the bottom line is hope.
For me to really enjoy a book it helps if I learn something new and if the author also re-iterates or provides a fresh perspective on some belief that I already cling to. This book delivered both requirements in a well-written, entertaining way.
What I Learned:
I have read, studied, thought, argued and changed my mind repeatedly about birth-family reunification. But one aspect that I rarely spent much time thinking about was potential sibling relationships.
I know many adoptive parents who struggle with the fact that their child’s first family is raising children in Ethiopia but was not able to raise the child who now lives in America. We can all see how this may factor into our childrens’ stories. The “why them, not me?” question is bound to plague our kids. Without down-playing that very real heart-ache, thanks to Slaton, I now recognize the potential amazing upside to future relationships with biological siblings.
What I Was Reminded Of:
In this case, Slaton’s underlying premise that a search won’t necessarily lead to “happily ever after” but will always end with more knowledge, more truth and more understanding speaks to my belief that life requires risk-taking.
Prior to finding this book on the “New, Non-Fiction” shelf at my library, I had never heard of Slaton. When I first cracked the spine I had no idea if I would even bother finishing the book, let alone learn anything. But trapped in the entertainment of other people’s stories, I found buried nuggets of information, ideas and inspiration that I will use as I parent my adopted son.
I am grateful I discovered Reunited and am looking forward to hearing what you think about it.