Skip to main content

Most Honest Book I've Ever Read

I just finished reading: Secret Thoughts of an Adoptive Mother by Jana Wolff. A quick read, I was through it in a couple hours. And it was riveting. She speaks with the clear voice of someone who is living an experience and has much to say. She also speaks with all the honesty of a gut punch. Real and immediate and shocking and violent. She spoke so honestly I feared for her adoptive son, one day, when he would read this book.

But, she's right. And, at the end, when she talks about how naive she and her husband were, as white people, adopting a black boy, well, I had to applaud her honesty. She's not painting herself as any hero here. And I appreciate her efforts to educate herself and educate her reader to see the inherent racism in a world created by whites, for whites, where black people are often, to quote her on p. 143 as either, "...missing, misrepresented or included as if for extra credit."

My favorite quote is on p. 111, "Adoption is a bittersweet solution to a two-way problem. Sweet, because a baby in need of a home finds a home in need of a baby. But bitter, because it is nobody's first choice and the baby will grow up one day to understand that."

"Nobody's first choice" Wow, that's not a slogan to be found anywhere in the adoption-themed stuff on Pinterest or Etsy.

Honest and completely real and I wouldn't argue with one word she said, but, yeah, a gut-punch of a book. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Separation for Me

 One more note about yesterday. I noticed that when the girls were acting up yesterday I truly was not angry. I felt back in my old EI teacher groove where I could calmly observe and reflect to a student but never feel personally involved in the drama. It felt so nice! The equilibriam I was famous for when teaching but that I've struggled to find in my own home.  Being away was so good for me. Thinking other thoughts; being competent around other smart people. Life affirming to me as a human, not just the mother-drone trapped in a small house doing small things repeatedly all day long.  I absolutely have to have professional level conversation and interactions to maintain my sanity. Essential.

Practice

 This morning I was preparing Jane for her day. Upbeat and warm, but factual. Running through my expectations for her (be kind to others, tell the truth, don't sneak) and the consequences (removal from play with others). It's a familiar routine and she participated in it easily. But at the end her face hardened and she was angry. I asked her to name her feelings. First she attempted to deflect, said she felt sad. I asked again. This time she looked me dead in the eye and said, "talking about the bad things makes me want to do them".  Well, at least she's honest. (which, truly, is huge) I asked her tell me more. She said that me telling her she can't lie makes her want to lie just to see if she can get away with it. (The honest truth is that when she said that it made me angry, just want to lock her in her room forever. I have to fight my impulse and not show any reaction that would feed into, and distract from, the goal. But it's hard for me to walk away f

Birthday Grinch

And just like that next year I wanna be that smug, killjoy, lefty parent who sends out birthday invites that fake-polite demands attendees do not bring gifts but instead make a donation to a charity of the child's choice. When everyone knows said child doesn't care about the charity and would've loved some loot. Why? Two garbage bags of plastic film, cardboard, twisty-tie wrappings I had to cut and wrestle from around every gift.  TWO! bags of packaging and plastic crap toys that Jane never saw but went straight into the trash. For example, the exact same kind of doll shoes that Jane stuck up her nose months ago. We're not risking a repeat of that, thank you. (Kept the doll, just ditched the shoes.) Also, plastic necklaces with real metal clasps that her tiny hands can't do and I'm not gonna do up and undo every two seconds, thank you. (Not to mention the choking hazard to the 2 yr old when her big sister decides to dress her up with them and inevitably s