Not too long ago I discovered a sales-pitch found only in Adoptionland, and I openly admit, I find this pitch incredibly offensive, for reasons I will gladly explain later, if asked. For now, I wish to re-showcase the marketing tool used by a hotel in China and the toy company, Mattel. There is an exclusive give-away given only to adopters who choose to adopt from and stay in China. What's the "free" give-away? A white Barbie Doll, named,
I was watching a movie with my twins today. Readers need to understand, when it comes to spending time with my older kids, I struggle. Parenting/mommy-ing was much easier when my annoying, demanding heathens were newborns, or at the very least, much much younger, when their very simple basic needs, were very simple, basic, and easy.
<longing for for the long-gone 'easy' days... because the looks on their faces told me I was/am a good decent parent> coupled with <tired, frustrated, annoyed and really stressed-out sigh>
This is a tribute to A. Someone needs to remember her some place; here seems to be a good place to do just this.
I usually take interest in the biographies of folks of my kind, especially in the all white environment I currently live. I like to collect stories from everywhere I stay, and I usually find this more absorbing than doing what I am supposed to. Both is kind of a research. The second generally goes unnoticed by others. But one or two of these stories are really worth telling.
More than a century ago, Mark Twain popularized the expression "There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics". In this post we'd like to focus on the most egregious of these lies, statistics.
In 2007, we started collecting inter-country adoption statistics, which we present on our various country pages. Our first source for these statistics was the website of the Hague Conference on Private International Law, which at the time, published the statistics of several countries for the years 2001-2004.
While entering this information into our database, we had to make the decision which statistics to use, those of the receiving countries, or those of the sending countries.
At the time. relatively few sending countries supplied statistics to the Hague, even fewer had their own website, presenting up-to-date statistics, so we decided to use the data provided by the receiving countries.
This sunny spring Sunday marks my 17th Mother's Day.
I had the pleasure/displeasure of experiencing more than 40 MD's in my life, thus far. Almost all (but 15) had to be shared with "other women"...mothers who were not from my blood-line.
Mother's Day, in my mind, is very much like my own birthday. I am forced to celebrate a life I don't really know. I am forced to celebrate a role, a persona, a phantom wish/memory I never got to keep for more than a day or two.
In my present-situation, Mother's Day is flanked by two significant birth dates. Three out of four of my children were born mere weeks apart. My oldest was born late April; my youngest were born early May. Spring tends to be a very busy season for me.
This weekend also happens to mark my twins 10th anniversary of life.
Can you believe that DHS/Lawyers told my daughter that if she wanted to keep her surving 4mo. old twin that she had to sign her rights over to her firstborn. When I questioned as to why this was I was told "that's just the system". Lovely huh.
When I was 13 years old my parents an I flew out to colorado. Unbenounced to me I was going to go to therapy at the attachment center in evergreen colorado. My dr......neil feinburg. The first day I was there this man scared me worse than iv ever been scared in my whole life. He strattled me as I sat on the couch and screamed and yelled in my face. I was crying and begging for him to get off of me but he wouldnt. I cried for mama to get him off me because he was hurting and scaring me. But she wouldnt. This whole holding therapy is a bunch of BS!!!!