Pound Pup Legacy

The more I read about the ten Baptists, waiting for word in Haiti, the more I think about Scott and Karen Banks.  The Banks thought they too were providing better lives for poor children.   In fact, they chose to make it their business to take poor children, from poor parents, and sell those Samoan children to those willing (and able) to pay the tens of thousands of dollars necessary to obtain a so-called orphaned child.

I try not to do it... I try not to look, knowing how it will trigger me.

I try not to read about infertile women looking for babies, but I did it today, because I'm a masochist, and it seems like today is a good day for pain.

Today's find involves yet another infertile blogger, advising others how to find a baby.  Yes, Virginia, there are many like you, wanting to know oh-so-desperately, "what needs to happen so a baby can be delivered, ASAP?"

Just last night, I proudly announced to my family, "You know what?  I'm not taking Motrin like I used to!"

While my kids had no idea what I was talking about, I really thought my observation was significant, and in turn, I felt really proud of myself.

WOW.

Don't know how many read this little blurb, found in Christianity Today.com.... but it seems Orphans on Deck was written to help recruit new business:

She was special, she was chosen, she was given a gift, and that gift was supposed to be wanted, cherished, kept and adored.  

The gift was a man's love/desire. 

She lost the gift... or was the gift taken away? 

She was special, she was chosen, she was given a gift, and that gift was supposed to be wanted, cherished, kept and adored. 

The gift was an unexpected pregnancy. 

She lost the gift.... or was the gift taken away? 

Today I read a blog written by an Adoptive Mother, who claims it took six months to write a piece about mothering a newly adopted child from Ethiopia.

An article found in UK's Mailonline features the story of a family broken and separated by social workers because the parents have many obese children.  According to media reports, immediately after birth, the newest addition to the "very large" family was taken away by a social worker, and that newborn infant was put in foster care.  Perhaps we are to presume the placement was a preventative measure, and the removal of the parent's older children was in the name of "a child's best interest".

Times sure have changed....

I remember when I first wanted to tell my closest friend about what was going on at home, with my Afamily.

I remember wanting so badly to tell someone the truth.

I remember hurting and hating so much, and wanting to get rid of the bile that became a constant in my mouth and throat.

I remember wanting so much to be free of the burden inside of me.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't say a thing to those who saw my life...my world... so damn differently.

A series of comments have been made in a very busy thread following the article, Lid lifts on the anguish of China's stolen generation.  As more members of foster/adoption community have added their personal experiences and opinions, the various issues behind angry adoptees became noted.