This is a continuation of thoughts based on a YouTube Comment, the first part: You don’t deserve to be a Mother. This is the part of the comment that is in the spotlight now: Growing up in extreme poverty is not what a child deserves I think that first we have a need to define “extreme poverty”. I immediately get a mental picture of the Save the Children” commercials: toddlers…
Since I began the whole adoption is knitting analogy, I figure it’s best to continue that: ____________________________________ My adopted son and his flute, just hanging out: Thank goodness, the night before, a bunch of us slammed out the kitchen and put all the food stuffs away from the party. Even though it was 2am, I knew that I would not want to face the hell that was my kithcen first…
I have made the comparison between adoption and knitting before. The analogy was used heavily in Tapastry, likening all our individual stories into separate threads that we must weave together and then view, from afar, in order to see the truth about adoption as a whole. This past weekend, I was struck by the analogy again. When you are knitting something, and you leave off for a while, when you…
Just Because You Can Get Pregnant Does Not Mean You Deserve to be Mother. Adoption is not bad! Just because you can get pregnant does not mean you deserve to be mother. I do not think that issues such as being unmarried should play a role in your choice though. But i do believe that at times adoption can be the best solution for a child. Growing up in extreme…
It’s a big birthday week here in Adoption land. If I recall correctly, and I might not so please forgive me…Gershom begins it tomorrow, I go on Thursday the 24th and then Jenna rounds us off on the 25th?? What I do know for sure (as I wouldn’t bet money that I get their two dates correctly)is that I am in a damn fine group. I don’t know if the…
I am pretty dern happy. It’s up. and in light of this article from ..last week in the Boston Globe? It’s very cool.
I don’t even have anything wonderful or deep to say. I am just shocked and very sad to read Bastardette today. I greatly admired and respected Di. A lovely tribute to her is here as well.
An important message warning of the risks of adoption. Worth three minutes of your time.
I’m holding this as a draft until we are really there….( editted to add.. oh heck! I cannot wait, plus I need some suggestions, so just read down) But I am so excited, I can’t help but begin this post! I just opened my email this am and I had an email from Guy Kawasaki. Now that alone is pretty exciting….he is considered one of the “Blogging Gods”. In…
I’m at work. I’m looking up blogs. I’m making my list as usual. I am on one list and marking down which ones we have already contacted, so I don’t drive people crazy. AS I hit these blogs to change their color on my Excel spread sheets, the links open on my other monitor. I don’t need to look at them, but sometimes, they suck me in. Anyhoo, Boobs, Injuries…
Ok.. yes, I know. I have been HORRIBLE. I know. I feel the guilt. I really do. And I have my reasons, but it is not time for me to have my whine/excuse fest right now. So let’s just not go there right now. Let’s keep it as : I have been really, really thinking about writing all these things..and DOING all sorts of things, but really I have been…
So at 3 o’clock every afternoon, I walk down Wall Street to go pick up the kids from school. Today, being Wednesday, Scarlett gets dropped off at 4:20ish after Brownies, so I was looking forward to some quiet walking time with Tristan. Tristan is in Kindergarten, so his teacher brings the kids for release up to the audorium. Each of the three kindergarden classes have their own door and as…
Quite a few years ago, I gave up on NOT sleeping with the TV on all night. I use to make a huge point of taking the “I-have-no-function-but-for-the-sleep-timer” controller, and using the sleep timer, since Rye HAD to have the TV on to sleep, but I hated to wake up at 3 am to an infomercial. Eventually, I lost both the battle, the clicker and lost the light sleeping that…
I bet you take for granted that small luxury, but I have been resigned to tepid sponge baths and lukewarm shallow tubs for the last three months after the Great Arm Break. I manage to take care of business, but it is exhausting, slow going, and I never quite feel so fresh. But last night, Rye and I took off the bulky fiberglass cast. Prompted by our very dwindling financial…
There is this fine line in adoptionland that I really try hard not to trip over. It’s something that, I think, frequently confuses dear Rye. He sees me doing all this stuff, this research, this writing, this time..and he wonders..Hey! Aren’t you EVER going to make any money off of this? Now, really..we know the answer, is NO. Which is fine. I mean, it would be great if I did..just…