I want to say something that may sound kind of retrograde, but maybe someone can help me say it better. Raising children--not having them--does seem to serve a developmental function that no other task--even teaching!--quite takes the place of. It moves you outside of your own head, your own space, in a way that is unlike anything else--because you have to be in charge and yet not in charge; you have to be thinking about what this child needs; you have to have all your emotional buttons pushed by a growing child who quickly knows exactly how to make you feel anger, rage, frustration, or sorrow at their will.
Many people here know that I am raising my nieces--they were 6 & 7 when they came to live with us, and really that was a wonderful thing, in so many ways. People would treat me like a saint when we did it, but I really did it for the same irrational reasons everyone here has mentioned: these were kids who needed help, who I decided needed ME, specifically, and that no one else would be quite as good. Before it was a done deal, I began to get jealous when I imagined them going to other parents. So, not very saintly, really.
I fell head over heels for them, completely in love, and when you're in love you are in that weird place where you're not sure where you stop and the other, your beloved, begins--so what is selflessness? what is selfishness? It was all mixed up for me.
Admittedly, the children look like me, and I have felt that presence of my familial DNA as something of a tug. I am not sure about that, however. The older of the two is so like my spouse, you'd think they were related, but they are not related at all, genetically.
I am fierce in my protection of them--a student who I am close to tells me he'd be scared if he wanted to date one of them.
But then it's also true that by opening out to these children, we have opened to their whole lives, their parents, their circumstances. That has been a good thing, but it is not an easy thing. I know and love people who have adopted internationally, and I understand this impulse; my friends have done it from a good place, from a wise place. I suspect Grant did so, too--everything points to it.
But I also believe that some people don't enter into with as deep a scrutiny of their own motivations as they should. There's a kind of heroic narrative that's very tempting when one is taking in another person's child.
But It's not fair to children, for one thing, to view them as needing to be "saved" from where they are from.
And I'm in despair over the fact that there are so many African American kids, so many foster kids, in the US who can't find homes, and some people will tell you they're going to China because of the perception that Asians are smart. There's a desire for an atomized child; a child whose past can be somewhat erased, or dealt with by just a few Chinese meals every year.
There is a consumerist model that lurks in the background of this experience that I think every adoptive parent must examine carefully.
I'm not opposed to international adoption, at all. I just think it's a complex undertaking, and--as a fairly massive social phenomenon, looked at on a macro-level--a little worrying.
anyone interested in a funny and gut-level honest account of adoption, and specifically open-adoption, should read Dan Savage's THE KID: OR WHAT HAPPENED WHEN MY BOYFRIEND AND I DECIDED TO GET PREGNANT. AN ADOPTION STORY. It's awesome. After going through the pain of watching the birth mother break down when they took her child away--after a couple of days of bonding and connecting--even with the prospect of regular contacts in the future, he said, basically, that it was really really hard; he and his boyfriend were in the car weeping from the experience. But they couldn't imagine not going through it--he sensed it was really important to see that pain, to feel it, and not to explain it away or pretend it's not there.
I guess I worry about adoptive parents who don't see that pain, and who have the option--whether they use it or not--of being able to pretend that someone didn't die, a little, in the process of bringing this life to them. |