Archive for November, 2007

China and the adoption process

I feel for the adoptive parents who are waiting much longer than anticipated for their children.  I really do.  In 2005, we were among the first families who experienced a ’split month’ of referrals.  As in, our LID was in the latter half of a month, and the first part received their referral one month, and the second the following month.  Was I disappointed?  Yes, terribly so.  The previous lengthening of wait times was during SARS – nothing like that was going on at the time, and I felt blindsided.  Yet, I never, ever blamed our agency, or was angry/irritated with the CCAA.  It was what it was, and I dealt with it.

We decided to wait one full year after Bean came home to start the process again.  The process takes up a lot of time and energy, and we felt that Bean deserved at least one year of our undivided attention before we dove back into the paperchase.  I had been keeping an eye on wait times, and I was aware that doing this would most likely increase our wait time by years.  And that was, and still is OK.  We still qualify under the new requirements, we were not under the pressure of the May 1 deadline.   We are LID 4/07.

And the wait will be what it will be.  Yes, we had hoped that our daughters would be closer in age.  But they will not, and that is just how it will be.  My only issue with the whole thing is that Bean must have overheard me talking to someone about sister (we had planned to keep it on the down low - too long a time frame for a 3 year old).  She knows and every now and then talks about her.  She will pick up her cell phone to call her in China.  Usually the conversation revolves around inviting her for a picnic, or to go and play in the loft.  Sometimes though, she says that sister is sick, and we need to go to China and give her medicine (metmin).  And well, that about breaks my heart.

Back to my original thought, I get peeved at the people who are angry with China because of the increased wait time.  I can acknowledge, and even empathize with the disappointment and frustration, but it is how some individuals choose to deal with these emotions that bothers me.  The sense of entitlement that comes across in their blogs, yahoo group emails, forum posts, and conversations.  No one has a crystal ball that could foresee what would happen, and no one should pass judgement on what China chooses to do with their children.

This anger with the process, and all involved, it causes me to worry for their future child(ren).  Not that the children will read to blogs, or necessarily hear the whole story, but they will surely pick up on the emotions and demeanor of their parents, that is what kids do.  If and when they learn that their parents harbored such ill feelings towards the people and government of their birth country, what is that going to do to their future relationship with China?  Do I agree and love and adore everything about China?  No, I do not.  But I read what I can, and have a deep respect it for its history and where it is today.  While my daughters are young, they will be guided to learn as much about China and culture as is possible and age appropriate.  As they grow up, they will be encouraged and supported to continue as they wish, allowing them to come to their own conclusions.  No matter what relationship they develop with their birth country, as their mother I will support them.  To me this is an incredibly important aspect of parenting an internationally adopted child.  If the experience starts off tainted, it will be impossible to proceed in an objective way.

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What is in a name

Bean has just gotten into naming her ‘friends’, and she has this small stuffed cat that seems to be her favorite right now.  She started off calling it Ella (same as of one of our living cats).  Last week (maybe the week before) she told me that the cats name was Crack.  I asked her why the cats name was Crack, and she told me it was because Crack made her happy.

Snort, tee-hee-hee. This kid, she makes our lives so much more fun. 

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A camera of her own

What we see:

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I have no idea what I am pointing at, I would like to think I am about to tell her that her fingers are over the lens.  The shorts, t-shirt and flip flops are what all the kids are wearing in November in NY.  Or so she thinks.

What she sees:

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She loves her camera – more the process of taking the photos than actually seeing them.  At least for now.  She whipped it out several times over the holiday weekend.  She is getting better, she managed to get faces in many of the photos she took.  Now if she would just hold still while the photo is being taken…

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tofurkey day

13 people for dinner this year.  I always invite everyone, and in past years everyone is not always able to come.  This year we will have a full house.  It is going to be awesome.  The other first is that there will actually be turkey at our house on Thanksgiving.  The past 8 years have been all about the tofurkey.  Mom is cooking the bird for us, in her bakeware, and we will just have to warm it up here.  I thought I would be sad or something, but I am not.   

Until I start thinking about the poor turkey, then I get disproportionately sad.  Of course the same thing happens if I over-think feeding Bean chicken, or beef or whatever. 

I am also not trying a new recipe out on thanksgiving, something else I like to do.  I have been lucky up until now, most of them turned out pretty good.  I just have not had the time or the motivation to find something that speaks to me. 

All in all, a year of firsts, even after all these years.

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On a lighter note

Introvert me actually likes this blogging thing.  Who’d thunk?  Getting the whole deer situation thing out lifted some weight or something.

I recently acquired my grandmothers 1949 singer sewing machine.  My dad has been asking me if I wanted it since 1998 or 1999, I am not sure.  Earlier this year I decided I wanted to make things, and asked for it.  It is beautiful.   It smells good.  Having it here makes me happy.  Of course I have not had to make anything that had a button hole in it yet.  That will have to be done by hand.   I will put a photo up once I find some charged batteries for the camera.

Tonight I made a little pillow with a velcro strap for the DVD player.  Bean and I have a bit of a road trip planned for the weekend.  She is not much of a movie watcher unless she is sick.  The last time we road tripped, we brought the player and she only made it about 10 minutes before she was done, turns out the bottom of the thing was digging into her legs.  So, Mama made a pillow.  Monkey (she is a year of the monkey baby) flannel on one side, and dog on the other (not enough of the monkey). I did not have to take out one single stitch.  This is huge.  I made bean bags and bean toss boxes for her birthday.  The boxes went well, because I told Hubs of my idea and he put them together.  The bags on the other hand were quite the trial for me.  That was last week  This week though, I finally GOT IT by god.  I feel obligated to mention that I spent all week thinking about how the damn thing needed to go together, but the point is I thought of everything and the seam ripper did not have to come out and play.

When I think about it, it makes total sense that it took me so long to get it.  I figured how the machine works pretty quickly (no manual for the old, old singer) because I am good at that kind of thing.  Creative and arty I am not.  But the few things I have made, I had fun doing, and am really proud of.  And that is what matters, right?

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Look both ways before you cross the street

In my entire 16 years of driving experience, I have hit very few creatures.  The first incident remains burned in my memory.  It was late, late, late.  I was driving home after a rousing night hanging out at a dunkin doughnuts.  I was on RT46, maybe 3 miles from home, driving Herbert,  my little tan ford escort when a big white cat came out of nowhere.  It was quick for the cat, at least it seemed that way.  I screamed like only a teenage girl knows how, pulled a u-ey and went back to make sure he was not suffering.  He was not.  The headlights from good old HB made his retinas glow.  I could not get out of the car, and I could not stop crying. 

 There have been some bird causalities, mostly barn swallows with their irregular flight patterns, they are so difficult to avoid.  One goldfinch.  I go out of my way to avoid all the frogs that party hardy on one of the roads near my house after a hard rain.  I am sure I have hit a few, but I make every effort to avoid them.  I tear up every time, and say a little prayer for each one, every time.  Apologizing for being human, and cars, and for taking their life from them.

I always take solace in the fact that those little critters most likely never knew what hit them.  There was no suffering. 

Within the past 12 months I have hit 2 deer.  The first one, I was going so slow, coming up over a knoll and getting ready to make a right hand turn.  Dark winter night on my way to the barn.  I just barely bumped her.  She did not even fall down, just kept going.  I got out, the license plate frame was cracked.  She ran off into a field across the road and stood there.  Not know what in the world to do, I watched her for a few minutes and figured she would be fine.  Went on my way, had a crappy ride due to insanely high adrenaline levels and worry.  On my way back, she was still around, but had moved a bit.  That should have been my red flag.  It was not.  The next morning, she was dead in the field.  She had suffered, and that is inexcusable.  I watched every day as she decomposed, the crows and turkey vultures came and did what they do best.  Then the snow came, and this spring there was nothing left to remind me.  Except my sorrow the guilt, and my new “custom” license plate.

Fast forward to this past Monday night.  Heading up another knoll, again off to ride the horse.  Again, dark, again cold, but raining this time.  She was moving fast, and appeared from the shadows beyond the reach of my headlights.  I knocked her down, and she skidded through the cone of light, off to the left, landing in the culvert.   A car came by, startled her, and she went off through the hedgerow.  Not making the same mistake twice, someone needed to come and put her out of her misery, and soon.  Local cop came, and was very, very kind to me.  I knew him from a presentation I recently gave, and have never been so glad to live in a rural town where people know each other.  He took down my information, and kindly let me leave before he did what needed to be done.   Maybe 20 minutes of suffering.  Still awful, but her ultimate end was quick. 

Immediately after the incident occurred, an odd bird of a man came up to the car to ask if I had hit a deer.  He was a chatty sort, and I ended up knowing WAY more about him than I should, given we only spent 20 minutes talking.  Turns out, as hunting season starts tomorrow, he was walking through the field to see where the deer were hanging out.  He most likely startled her, which sent her running afraid right in front of my SUV.  Part of me feels like I should be mad at him.  The other part of me says it is not worth it, being angry will not change what happened to the doe.  He was kind of dumb, missing teeth so he spit a little when he spoke, and seemed happy to have a captive audience in me.  He desperately wanted the deer.  I gave it to him.  Hope the turkey vultures and crows don’t mind.

I went up to see the horse, and this time did not ride.  Ground work can be a fun break, and since it is not as natural to me as riding, it required 100% of my concentration, no residual anxiety feeding into him. 

That is why being responsible for the death of other creatures is not good for my soul.   My horse, on the other hand, is.

Handsome Devil

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And now she is 3

Bean heart Mao

As a strong introvert, this feels a little bit odd.  But,  I want a better record of things for my daughter.  The baby book ball has been dropped.

 Someday this will also be a record for sister.  Someday.

 Daughter recently turned 3.  Two nights ago she woke up in the middle of the night, and did not want to ’sleep by herself’.  We have never co-slept.  First night Daddy reminded her that all of her friends where there with her,  turned her music back on, and she was OK.  Last night she started right up at bed time not wanting to sleep alone again.  I reassured her that she was not alone.  Mommy and Daddy and all the cats were in the house with her.  I could tell she was thinking about that, mulling it over.  She mentioned it again a couple of times during the going to bed process, and I repeated my reassurances.  She settled right down and went to sleep.  Woke up once for a potty break, Daddy had to go back in once, but there was no crying.

 She knows that she has birth parents in China.  She knows she lived in a big room with her friends for a while before Mommy and Daddy came on an airplane to meet her.   We have not talked about the circumstances that occurred between being with her BPs and getting to the big room with her friends.  I wonder if she has some sort of emotional memory of the event.  She was not much more than one day old.  It will be interesting to see where she goes with it.

It brought tears to my eyes.  God how I love that little girl.

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