Ah well I've been on alt.adoption for nearly 10 years in various guises, been looking in there for 15, so I probably qualify on 'sick sense of humor' criteria to be here.
I've a little experience of children's homes way way back the age of 2 and that was a long long time ago. Getting access to records from organizations that were active in for want of better word, childcare, and adoption is what I have a bit of experience of as some of you've probably seen.
Ian, my oldest was named partly after a Scottish warrior, Ian Wallace. (William Wallace: Braveheart. Truth be told, it was the Mel Gibson movie that sold us!) But with Ian, the name holds true... the lad is a born warrior. Always has been, since birth. All shoulders and thighs, and fierce determination, with a heart of gold and sweetness that could bring tears to your eyes.
I love my boy, but he drives me crazy. Always did.
When he was little, he used to think he was a dinosaur.
My kids wanted to know more about my childhood... so I told them about the time I was in the bicentennial parade, dressed as Betsy Ross. My grandmother made the costume for me. At least I wasn't alone... I had my brother with me; he was dressed as Ben Franklin. We looked like dorks. I wore a hat, and held a flag, and he wore fake glasses and carried a kite. We sat on this huge float made of fake flowers because we were kids, and our dad made us, because our grandmother made the outfits.
Squidward: "Has anyone ever played an instrument before?"
*Patrick's hand goes up*
Patrick:" Is mayonnaise an instrument?"
Squidward: "No Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument."
*Patrick's hand goes up again*
Squidward: "No Patrick, horseradish is not an instrument either."
*Patrick's hand goes down*
Are we born with the natural ability to love and parent?
I'm not so sure. For me, I had to learn how to love my children... but that was easy, because they grew inside me. As I learned each stage of development, I grew a deeper appreciation for what was happening to my own body, and I was better able to prepare myself for each baby entering my life. I also got a better perspective of what my own natural mother endured for the sake of having me. I was humbled by the birthing experience, as I think most women are.
This week we started the First Annual Demons of Adoption Awards and among our nominees are some of the organizations that most flagrantly promote the separation of mother's and children. It is good we raise attention to those organizations and expose their methods and power. Yet the adoption industy is much larger than just the NCFA and Adoption.com.
A recent article in Reuters news implies that the USA is really only interested in bringing children from foreign countries that have a full clean bill of health. With regard to children who may be suffering from Tuberculosis some 880 children from 33 different countries were screened for TB at the Minnesota International Adoption clinic over a period of 5 years ending in 2001. Overall results showed that 12 percent tested positive for TB.