I am reposting this on my blog with permission and linking back to the blog of origination, "I Will Pull This Blog Over!" . These words are words of another, but written as if truly straight from my heart. It is written so beautifully that it makes me cry to know that someone else really does feel the same exact same way I feel. She put into words what often feels like to me that if you haven't been there you can't truly ever fully understand. Thank you to the owner of this post for sharing!
... and here is the post ~
Recently there have been many stories in the news regarding international adoption. Stories about corruption and trafficking, about unethical agencies and uncaring parents, about abuse and about neglect, about unprepared families and uninvolved agencies, but are those stories really the truth about what international adoption is? In the face of these stories, the Joint Council on International Children's Services has asked that all adoptive families speak out about the truth of international adoption.
But what is the truth of international adoption?
The truth is international adoption is not for the ill-prepared or the uncommitted- but then that is true of parenting- PERIOD
The truth is your child comes to you with a history that you not only were not a part of, but that you might never ever know. Some of that history may involve their first families or foster families and you will realize that these people have become part of your lives, regardless of whether or not you have ever met them or even know what they look like.
The truth is smiles and hugs, tears and tantrums, joys and sorrow.
The truth is that you will always cringe when people ask you if you have children “of your own” because you understand how totally and completely your child is yours even while others can’t understand how that can be so.
The truth is that your child's story becomes part OF you yet it doesn't belong TO you. It is neither yours to tell or to interpret.
The truth is that love is not enough.
The truth is that you occasionally feel that you have to explain or defend your family to others and this includes the seemingly positive statement that you “saved” your child. No matter how bad a situation they might have been in, what happens after an adoption is parenting, not saving.
The truth is you need to think about things you may never have ever considered before and things that maybe you would rather not consider- things like racism, classism, privilege, power and entitlement.
The truth is tiny handprints on the wall, little footprints on the floor, potty training, homework, band-aids, piles of laundry, sloppy kisses, bouquets of dandelions and belly laughs.
The truth is that every news story about your child's country of origin now matters to you too.
The truth is that great sadness at what was lost can exist in the same space as great joy at what was gained.
The truth is that a child can be the bravest person you have ever met.
The truth is that international adoption is messy and complicated and hard and amazing and wonderful.
Before we began the adoption process we took some adoption classes. On the last night there was a panel of adoptive parents (all of whom had only adopted children) One by one they each told their stories and each said they could not have loved their child more if they had been born to them. And while I understood that academically, I wondered how they could be so sure. I now look at my daughters and know birth is not what makes a parent. I look at my girls and know they are mine- yet at the same time, I also know they are not mine alone. I look and wonder whose eyes do they have, where does their personality come from, how much is nurture and how much is nature. But I do know- with every fiber of my being that parenthood is not based on genetics or birth or sharing a resemblance.
The truth of international adoption is that family isn't determined by the single act of giving birth but by the act of simply BEING a family.
THIS IS THE TRUTH OF INTERNATIONAL ADOPTION
Posted at the end of her blog post is a quote of unkown origin.
"Our children are not ours because they share our genes...they are ours because we have had the audacity to envision them.
That, at the end of the day...or long sleepless night, is how love really works.
--- Unknown"
2 comments:
So interesting to read. Of course a person can't really, really know how it is to have adopted, unless you've adopted. But seeing you and your girls, I sure can see that it is not a less deep relationship you have with your children when you adopt than with biological children! I don't have time to write more ... but would have more thoughts.
Finally getting to respond. And I, of course, can't know the bond of a birth child, but I can't imagine how it could be deeper or more intense than the bond I feel with my children. They are my children. Thanks for your comment. It means a lot to me.
Post a Comment