I Love Social Justice (as long as it doesn’t cost me anything)
This quote was on my sister-in-law's blog. It is so profound, I had to share."I contend that Christians will only have authority if they first serve the needs of others in sacrificial ways, especially the poor and oppressed. When those who hold power witness how Christians live out love - meeting the needs of others and binding up the wounds who have been left hurting by society's waysides - Christians will earn the authority to speak. When Christians sacrificially give of their time and . . .
Can I Get A Witness?
Seems there is a group of Jehovah Witnesses assigned to converting my household. They stop by several times a week, right during naptime, and knock on my door. Loudly. Despite the fact that I let them know my kids are sleeping every time they come.Then, they hand me the Watchtower and Awake. If you are somehow living under a rock and haven't had these left at your door, they are short little books chock full of lame stock photography from the 1980's. They feature articles with ominous titles . . .
Mommy, look at the brown boy!
As a transracial family in a vanilla county, we hear these kind of comments every now and then, especially from other preschool-aged kids. This week, we heard on two different occasions. No biggie: it is perfectly normal for a child of that age to notice color. I mean, they are just learning colors and pointing it out is just an observation. I am NEVER offended by children making such comments. In fact, it can open up great learning opportunities for kids to understand adoption, difference, . . .
Three Years Ago . . .
Three years ago today, Mark and I woke up early in the morning with a brand new carseat, and drove up to Department of Children and Family Services. Three years ago today, we nervously buckled a six-month-old little boy into our car, and drove him home, stealing glances the whole way. Three years ago today, we placed a sleeping child in a crib in our home, and watched him sleep, still in shock that he was ours. Three years ago today, we lay on the floor with our new son, and got to see his . . .
Affording Adoption
I am participating in the Red Letters Campaign, a cause dedicated to educating and inspiring others to take action in the fight against poverty. A part of that is raising awareness about adoption issues, by answering a weekly "blogger buzz" question. This week's question is: “How do I do this, moneywise? I want to adopt, but it seems so overwhelming. We don’t really have $20,000 in the bank, ya know!” There are many ways to make adoption more affordable. There are many roads to adoption, . . .
The Memory-Keeper’s Son
I just looked at Jafta's baby book for the first time since we finalized his adoption. I hadn't really thought about looking at it - India just pulled it out. But as I sat there flipping the pages, I was flooded with memories of assembling it. Making a baby book is something that should be a labor of love for a mom, especially a first-time mom. Choosing memories for a baby book should be a beautiful thing. But for me, this book was an EXTREMELY painful process. In fact, I could barely finish it, . . .
You Know You Are an Adoptive Parent If. . .
I just saw this on another blog and it rings so true for us. You Know You're An Adoptive Parent IF... 1. The fact that there are 143 million children without a parent to kiss them goodnight has made you lose sleep. 2. You realize DNA has nothing to do with love & family. 3. You can't watch Adoption Stories on TLC without tears. 4. The fact that, if 7% of Christians adopted 1 child there would be no orphans in the world, is convicting to you. 5. You spend free time surfing blogs about . . .
The Myth of the Colorblind Kid
DEF: xenophopbia [zen-uh-foh-bee-uh] noun : a fear of that which is unknown, typically used to describe general dislike of people different from oneself. I used to like the idea that kids are colorblind. I love the vision of American being this great melting pot where kids of every race play together in perfect harmony. I think we are getting there. But as my kids are getting older, I've begun to realize that children do, in fact, notice race. I've even had the sinking feeling as I've observed . . .
Jafta’s Adoption is Final . . . . Finally!
After three years, the courts upheld what we have been praying for the last three years - Jafta is an official member of our family. It was an incredible day. I can't explain how surreal it was to drive up to the LA family court knowing that we were going there to finalize the adoption. We have made that trip so many times in the last three years, and every time it has been a feeling of dread and anxiety as other people made decisions about our son's future. On our way there, I realized it was . . .
The Post-Trip Post
This is the post where I talk about the culture shock of re-entering the US and all of it's excesses. Cliche? Perhaps. Necessary? Absolutely. Our last night in Haiti, we had a great time with Keanan. He was used to us, and playful and fun. We tried to make our goodbyes casual, so we didn't freak him out with an ugly crying scene. I was unsuccessful with this, but I tried. Our flights were on schedule (yay), and India, the plane-puking wonder, only threw up twice. Props to my husband for his . . .
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