Can’t stand National Adoption Awareness Month. It’s sanctioned time for a whole bunch of adoption saccharin rubbish. Nevertheless, adoption related articles are flying all over the place, and some of them are worth the time. Here are 6 that folks have sent our way.
Today, November 22nd, is celebrated by many as National Adoption Day, “a collective national effort to raise awareness of the more than 100,000 children in foster care waiting to find permanent and loving families.”
While I can appreciate the good intentions of this declared day, I also find myself troubled by the concept. In the same way that International Women’s Day doesn’t sit well with me – celebrating and at the same time confining the complexities of an entire social movement to a single day of recognition – National Adoption Day strikes me as trivializing and overly simplistic.
But you don’t have to have super powers in order to be a foster parent, she said. Many youths are sitting in shelters because there aren’t enough homes willing to take them. Often this stems from perceived barriers, such as being a single parent or living in an apartment.
“By no means are our foster parents perfect — and we don’t expect perfection,” she said. “I always say it’s probably better if you aren’t perfect because the kids that are coming to you, most of the time, aren’t going to be perfect either. And they want to be able to relate to the person they’re living with.”
Twenty-three years ago, a child ran into my life. Her name was Sabrina, and I met her in Paris, when she was five and I was 23. I had been in Paris for two years. As the Paris editor of the Spanish Vogue group of magazines, I had a wonderful career, a cozy domesticity with my sloe-eyed actor boyfriend, Eric Adjani, and a killer wardrobe. It was a charmed time in my life, full of love and glamour. Flowers sent by Karl Lagerfeld, front-row seats at fashion shows, highbrow conversation about the newest trends – I loved it all. Becoming the guardian of a little girl wasn’t part of the plan.
In October 2006, five-year-old Moses Gilbert left his home in Castlegar, B.C., to go on a trip with his adoptive dad.
Twenty-four hours later, Moses was given away to a Texas woman his parents had found on the internet but never met in person, according to an investigation by CBC’s the fifth estate.
Moses’s experience highlights the contentious and continuing issue of “adoption rehoming,” which one leading child advocate calls “a fancy way… of saying ‘trafficking in children.'”
A teenager from a children’s home in a poverty-stricken region of Thailand made an astonishing decision to turn down an offer from reality TV star Kim Kardashian to adopt her into a life of wealth and glamour overseas.
The level-headed 13-year-old called Pink said she shook with excitement when she heard the multi-millionaire wanted to adopt her, but insisted she wanted to study in Thailand instead then help her impoverished homeland and the orphans she has grown up with.
I’ve never not been aware of the fact that my moms and I don’t really look alike, not the way biological families tend to do. When I was younger, it didn’t matter so much. Kids don’t see race the same way adults do; they don’t understand the cultural significance. I had parents who loved me, cared for me, and supported me; that was all that mattered. As I grew older, my awareness slowly broadened and for a brief period, I started to become self-conscious of our differences. It was a, sort of, transitional phase into where I am now: I still notice the diversity of our family, but I was reminded that it’s always been like that. My ethnicity hasn’t changed, and neither had my parents’. While race is definitely an obvious component in our family, it is not, nor has it ever been the driving force behind our relationship towards one another. We don’t love each other in spite of our differences; we love each other because of them.