TRANSRACIAL ADOPTION: CULTURAL GENOCIDE OR A VIABLE CHOICE?
I am Caucasian, and an American. My children are African Americans. I adopted both of them as a single parent. Single parent adoption presents its own set of unique struggles: The process itself is more difficult than traditional adoption, and single parents are often subject to discrimination in the adoptive process. I found my way, pressed on, and succeeded not once, but twice, in creating a home for a child who was at that time a ward of her state.
© 2006, Claire Ryan (Yankee Transplant)
Too Much Pink
A mother’s rude awakening.
“I can’t believe my child has SO MUCH STUFF! How did it all get past me?”
Stephi had gone over to Annabel’s for a play date – and here I was – in the middle of a pink ‘Queendom’, wondering how it would be when this five year old reaches puberty. If she has this much now, how will we ever open the door in ten years?
© 2006, Jenni King
Month of the Mouse
A baby anything is cute to Cierra.
Even when it's purplish and wrinkled and wiggly and scrunched up which, I suppose, most human babies are. But even a baby bug (no matter that grownup bugs send her into fits) or baby shark brings out her maternal streak. Even inanimate "baby" things, like tiny rocks, are adorable to her -- things to be cuddled and nurtured and, often, given the name "Fred." So when we uncovered eight newborn mice nesting in insulation we'd torn out while remodelling our house, we knew we had a potentially serious moral dilemma on our hands.
© 2005 , Annonymous
Meet My Inner Adolescent
“Dude, Mrs. Johnston gave us another quiz today. She is so harsh.”
My 12-year-old stepdaughter said this to a friend of hers as I drove them to soccer practice.
“I know. I’m all, ‘What’s up with her?” the friend replied. “She gave me a D on that test last week.”
”Whoa,” my stepdaughter replied. “That is harsh.”
Unseen in the front seat, I winced. Stop saying ‘harsh!’ I wanted to shout. You sound like a total dork!
© 2006, Lucinda Ferrara (Suburban Turmoil)