contemplating
I had to do some work for an organization here that helps foster and adopt children, the event was sort of promoting-celebrating the whole idea of getting new parents and families for those children.
For some strange reason, I've always wanted to adopt. Somehow I even remember playing adoption with my dolls as a child) Without realizing it, this simple Saturday of my children's duties brought me a step closer to the thought I've been playing with for a while... Just can't forget words of a 9 year old girl telling me about her life, so calmly, so adult-like, like it's such a normal thing to be in foster care since you're 4, then get adopted ( indescribable happiness! ) at the age of 9... Normal in that world. World of real parents and new parents, foster parents and permanent ones. Here, happy end, lots of new relatives, siblings, she is the youngest in her family now. And sudden "I miss my mom, my real mom" and unexpected sadness in her dark ,grown-up eyes. I always thought there is some strange oddity in the fact that there are so many children without families out there, yet we keep having "our own" children and not even wanting to look, to consider... "I just want to have my own!"- many friends have said to me. ''Our own'' sounded like a condemnation.
Maybe it would be nice to have one biological child, and one adoptive...or a couple if you will - if you know how obsessed I am with twins)) Gender doesn't even matter here as long as we have two absolutely identical looking individuals:) Maybe. For now I like the fact that I consider. And that consideration makes my heart warm.
For some strange reason, I've always wanted to adopt. Somehow I even remember playing adoption with my dolls as a child) Without realizing it, this simple Saturday of my children's duties brought me a step closer to the thought I've been playing with for a while... Just can't forget words of a 9 year old girl telling me about her life, so calmly, so adult-like, like it's such a normal thing to be in foster care since you're 4, then get adopted ( indescribable happiness! ) at the age of 9... Normal in that world. World of real parents and new parents, foster parents and permanent ones. Here, happy end, lots of new relatives, siblings, she is the youngest in her family now. And sudden "I miss my mom, my real mom" and unexpected sadness in her dark ,grown-up eyes. I always thought there is some strange oddity in the fact that there are so many children without families out there, yet we keep having "our own" children and not even wanting to look, to consider... "I just want to have my own!"- many friends have said to me. ''Our own'' sounded like a condemnation.
Maybe it would be nice to have one biological child, and one adoptive...or a couple if you will - if you know how obsessed I am with twins)) Gender doesn't even matter here as long as we have two absolutely identical looking individuals:) Maybe. For now I like the fact that I consider. And that consideration makes my heart warm.