Background on the blog author: Married..has five children entrusted to her care. Three biological, two adopted from Ethiopia. Large following on her blog...most comments on her posts are full of "Oh, you're so awesome..." and "Oh, I feel the EXACT same way..". What's scary is that the commenters probably DO feel the exact same way as this author.
I'm really, really glad all my kids are back in school.Holy crap, really? Fetched??? Like a dog fetches a bone or a ball??? I can't fault her for being glad her kids are in school...but honestly, I was annoyed with this post the minute I read that.
There. I said it. The three children that I birthed and nursed and raised from scratch, and the two children we begged and cried and screeched for and fetched from Africa...all five of these kids are in school. And I am happy, so happy, happy, happy, happy, hip-hip-hooray Mary Poppins happy.
She then has pictures of the children she "fetched" from Ethiopia at the airport on the day they landed.
Underneath the photo of the girl, she captions it with this:
"I am crying with joy. R is ready to sprint like FloJo from the screaming white people."
Holy crap, really? First of all, why do some adoptive parents do that? Why subject a child who has just flown across the world, taken from all that they've ever known..everything familar..to a loud crowd of Rah Rah cheerleaders with signs and balloons at the airport? Wouldn't it make more sense, if you're going to take a child from his/her country of origin, their home, and bring them to a strange place to keep things quiet so they have a chance to adjust?
Another picture, captioned:
"Insert audio of yelling and cheering. GAH, why was she so clingy?"
Holy crap, really?!? Is she really that ignorant that she could even say that?
And then, surprise surprise, she laments about the end of the honeymoon period with the girl:
R gave us about 12 hours of honeymooning until her terror burst onto the scene. Sometimes her fear is so palpable, it literally takes my breath away. New places: terror. New faces: total insecurity. Transitions: help us, Jesus. She has asked us every single day since July 22nd if she is going back to Ethiopia. Every. Single. Day. When I discovered cashews to be a winning legume for her impossible palate, I told her:Holy crap, really? My heart weeps for this poor little girl.
"Yay! Good job! Cashews are good for you and will help you grow big and strong!"
"Big? Ah-Rrrremy? Big? Cashews?"
She pushes them away and starts crying.
Once again, I am bewildered and befuddled.
"No! No Ah-Rrremy grow big! Me big, then go back to Ethiopia! No! Dis is no!"
And then we find out how she really feels:
"Actually, I haven't had a shower in three days, I lost my temper with my uncontrollable daughter this morning and had to walk outside, I'm constantly cleaning up pee because uncircumcised tee-tee goes sideways onto walls, and sometimes when my two littles are asleep and we're downstairs with the original three kids who are so stable and healthy and easy, it creates a nostalgia so intense, I think I might perish. But enough about me. How are you?"Holy crap, really? Nice...refer to your biological kids as the "originals"...and excuse me if I don't feel bad that she's dealing with an uncontrollable daughter and not a stable, healthy and easy adoptee. It's just so sad.