Posts Tagged ‘culture’

Best Adoptive Parent Ever

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008


submitted by GeekMom

I have two great boys, adopted as infants from Guatemala. (Don’t tell anyone – my uterus is broke, and I should be horribly traumatized by this.) (Except that I’m ok with it.)

Before I knew better, I spent a lot of time seeking out other adoptive moms, and going on adoption related websites and such. Based on the extensive research, I now know how to be a perfect adoptive parent. Let me draw you a picture of the Best Adoptive Parent Ever:

They have read every single book about all the possible things their child could be feeling about adoption every second of their lives so they can have THE RIGHT ANSWER.

It is not enough to have a scrapbook for your child. You have to have a Lifebook, where you meticulously document every second of the child’s life from the time they come to you. Because all biological children obviously have perfectly filled out baby books, and your kids will miss out.

You are required to freak out if your child’s teacher discusses family trees. No, they can’t just use your family – they will be traumatized because your family is not their birthfamily. Except of course, adoption is forever, so they are part of your family. But not on certain school assignments, apparently.

If your child is not discussing adoption every hour of every day, you are either repressing them, or they are so traumatized that they can’t even discuss it. Adoptive children are not allowed to be well adjusted and ok with the adoption thing.

If you have not put your adoptive child in an immersive school to learn their birth culture and/or gotten a non-english speaking nanny from that culture, they will grow up to hate you.

If you do not have an open adoption, you are a horrible person, abusive to the birth mother. Unless you have an open adoption, in which case you are confusing your child and preventing them from bonding. Take your pick.

You are a horribly selfish terrible person for adopting in the first place, because it is a terrible thing to rip a child from the arms of their birthmother. Even if the birthmother sought you out for the adoption - it is just wrong to adopt. Period. (Yes, you get this on adoption boards.) (No, I don’t get it either.)

Your child must belong to a support group, as soon as their eyes open, or they will be traumatized for life.

If you didn’t induce lactation for your adopted infant, you are obviously an evil lazy mommy, and how did you ever get past the social workers.

Adoption is VERY SERIOUS. If you joke even once about selling your kids on Ebay they will be SCARRED FOR LIFE! You are not allowed to have a sense of humor about adoption.

Any problem an adopted kid has is automatically a consequence of their having been adopted. Are they being a pain in the ass about getting their shoes on? It’s because they’re adopted. Bleeding head wound? That’s from being ripped out of the arms of their birthmom.

Birthmoms are perfect saints, who are unfairly maligned, and deserve to be endlessly pitied. Unless they are irresponsible child abusers, who should be sterilized. Take your pick. If you want to become the perfect mom, in some circles, place your child for adoption. You will instantly be canonized.

If you adopt a child of another race, you should be taken out back and summarily shot. Or canonized, because everyone knows only white babies get adopted in this country, while babies of color languish for years in foster care. Take your pick.

No matter what you do, you will never be able to make up for the horrible trauma of having been adopted. Give up now.

I think my older son has a handle on it. At a recent family wedding, he was having a great time dancing with one of his cousins. They made quite the couple. At one point my son called out “I think I want to marry her. It’s ok - I’m adopted!” That’s my boy…



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Congratulations, dickhead

Friday, August 15th, 2008

submitted by og217

Why is it that newly pregnant Best Parents Ever (or those aspiring to the title) feel the need to hyperventialte and act like twittering idiots when announcing their “Big News?”

I mean, the sly glances, the poorly acted out prodding - “You tell them!” “No, you!” “No you!” No, please, shut up the both of you! No one really cares, and everyone guessed ages ago.

You can immediately tell that their news isn’t anything exciting or important by the half-deranged grins they are both sporting, as if no one ever got knocked up before. The expectation is that of course you can never guess what on earth is so exciting. Well, that part is actually true. One of you is going to get fat and frigid while the other is going to get resentful and broke. The height of excitement, yawn. Riiight.

Then they want to tell you their list of Idiot Baby Names - Reese Beyonce if it’s a girl, Keanu Kryptonite if it’s a boy (or the other way around). You’re supposed to coo at this and approve without raising an eyebrow or pointing out that those names sound like names of, well, dickheads.

The (future) Best Parents Ever then relate all the crap they plan to buy, read and enroll their kid in prior to its birth. This is also supposed to be met with glee. So, what you’re telling me is that our friendship is over because you are going to be busy carting around a diaper bag in some minivan through the New Jersey suburbs and will have nothing of interest to say to anyone for the rest of your life. Pardon me if I don’t do a cheer. Now we have to find another couple we can befriend.

And then, if I happen to be supremely unfortunate (and/or blood related) to the Best Parents Ever, I will be generously offered the option to babysit and maybe even to be a godparent. Why the hell would I want to buy your kid Christmas presents for all eternity when I no longer even like the two of you, with your endless dithering?

Truth be told, I think we both know that we’ll see each other maybe 5 more times in this life - the baby shower, the christening, and then a couple of forced coffee dates, right? So why bother with this pretense of bestowing some big honor on me? I mean, wouldn’t the Best Parent Ever want to be their own kid’s parent AND godparent? How’s that for one-upping all the other parents?

So really, thanks, congratulations, looking forward to receiving the demand for a baby Bjorn - I mean a shower invitation - best of luck.

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INFANT MUSIC CLASSES

Friday, August 8th, 2008

submitted by Stephanie

Children are content to amuse themselves with the sound a plastic cup makes when being pounded against the table, but the Best Parent Ever knows that only the most culturally unsophisticated children fail to participate in infant music classes. Though the average baby cannot possibly differentiate between spending a day on a primary-colored play mat surrounded by an array of musical instruments and spending the day on your own slightly stained carpet with a plastic measuring cup and an old plastic mixing spoon, the Best Parent Ever does not strive to raise the average baby. The Best Parent Ever knows that an exceptional child requires exceptional tools, programs and services designed to foster that all important sense of worth and self-esteem – in the Best Parent Ever.

While your child will be off spending her or his school years staring gape-jawed at mathematics tests and attempting to string together a poor excuse for a garage rock band, the Best Parent Ever’s child will be acing every math and science exam thanks to the hypothetical academic benefits of music instruction and will be a mere few years away from first chair in the orchestra. When musically gifted Jenny outsmarts musically neglected Johnny in a dark alley in another twenty years, the Best Parent Ever can rest assured that the hundred dollars spent on allowing their infant to haphazardly gum a miniature cymbal at six months old was money well spent.

So take that, timeworn kitchen-based implements of amusement! You may have entertained the Best Parent Ever when he or she was a child, but your shelf life has expired. After all, if it doesn’t cost money, how can it possibly jettison the child to the top of the infant playgroup?

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