They need to be outside, for long periods of time, most days of the week: jumping, running, smelling the air, digging in the dirt, looking at bugs. And since I can’t be out there with them as much as I want them to be out there, well…I kick ‘em to the curb. Or the yard, as it were.
The other day I saw my son and a few of his friends sitting crosslegged in front of a tree, holding something invisible in their hands and rapidly moving their thumbs. I asked them what they were doing and one of them responded, “We’re playing Xbox.” When I was a kid I played video games and licensed character toys, so I know my horror at this makes me an annoying hypocrite. But it’s precisely because I know how soon we’ll be besieged by all that shit that I want to prolong this time when he still looks to his own imagination and to me as his toymaker. His co-storyteller. His squire.
I only judge moms who have never tried to breastfeed. — How about don’t judge at all? There are some people who can’t breastfeed for a number or reasons: Women with double mastectomies, women who have adopted (yes, I clearly know this is a possibility, but it doesn’t mean everyone can or should try this), or women who are on medication for severe PPD. Then there are just some women and families where breastfeeding is never going to be a good option for them. And that is okay, too!
If you want the quick version of my criticism it is this: This film is full of adoption cliches that are largely believed by society, mainly Christian society. It once again proves that the telling of a story to propagate a pro-life agenda is more important to filmmakers than finding out the intricacies of adoption and portraying them in a realistic light.
If you choose to wear shirts that show off your boobs, you will attract boys. To be more specific, you will attract the kind of boys that like to look down girls’ shirts. If you want to date a guy who likes to look at other girls’ boobs and chase skirts, then great job; keep it up. If you don’t want to date a guy who ogles at the breasts of other women, then maybe you should stop offering your own breasts up for the ogling. All attention is not equal. You think you want attention, but you don’t. You want respect. All attention is not equal.
Saturday Paige’s boyfriend was over visiting her. He comes from the kiss-the-cheek-crowd so I always attempt to get with the program and follow the rules. He was sitting down on the floor with Paige when I leaned down to greet him. I didn’t know he was going move and I completely misjudged and overshot the distance between us as I approached for my culturally appropriate greeting . . .
No adoption story is ever easy. No matter how much happiness that comes from celebrating the creation of a new family, adoption, by definition, is also a story of loss — loss of birth family, loss of first identity, and for most children who were in orphanages, loss of the happy baby story that most other kids have. And that loss can produce significant issues that have to be dealt with and worked through, often over a lifetime.