When I was eight years old or so, Cabbage Patch kids were huge. We’re talking, lines out the door to get those dolls with the “authentic” adoption certificate. The only thing that separated the dolls from actual adopted babies was that they came with their “birth” names.
Mine was Sophia Charlotte.
The thought of Cabbage Patch kids now makes me cringe. But back then, it comforted me to hug Sophia at night because she was adopted too…and I had to take care of her and save her from the mean adoptive mother and father who shared the house with us.
Adoption isn’t something to be joked about. Especially when you are the one who is being entrusted to care for a child.
Please, for the love of all that is good and shiny in the world, DON’T COMPARE YOUR ADOPTED CHILD TO CABBAGE PATCH KID DOLLS.
Who am I addressing in this post?
Why, it’s one of the blogs that hasn’t been disqualified from the Circle of Moms fiasco, of course…
The link will take you to the post that I’m fired up about. Check out the last paragraph and tell me whether that sounds supportive or positive to you.
Go ahead. I’ll wait.
What’s that you say? You couldn’t even get past the first sentence? Well, here, let me help you out.
I’ve posted about this blog before. Disliked it then…dislike it even more now.
"However, they may be justified in confusing his doll like status because with these glasses on I think he could totally pass for a Cabbage Patch Kid. Man, wouldn't adoption be so much easier if we could just tell our kids that they sprouted from a cabbage patch? Or even explaining child birth? That's it. I've just made the executive decision. I'm erasing all prior history and until I decide otherwise, it is now official that ALL of my children came from the cabbage patch. And on that note, I've also decided that I must now go and teach my children how to dance the cabbage patch because it's a critical life skill- like math or brushing your teeth or removing rodents from your hair." ~ Megan
A million times more, in fact.