This Christmas was Solomon's first Christmas in America. It was emotional to think about where he was a year ago, and even more so to think about where he was two years ago, and the terrible physical and emotional condition he was in. It seems truly a miracle to look at his life then and to look at his life now, and it is a miracle I am so grateful to get to witness.
Thinking about Solomon and his first Christmas, I could not help but think about all of the very many children who are still waiting for a family to love them this holiday season. There are children all over the world who are spending this holiday season without the love of parents, without a true home and without somewhere to belong. It just feels so "wrong" to my heart and to my mind that there are so many children living right now without a mom and a dad.
I especially think about the kids at AHOPE... the older kids who wait and wait to be "chosen". I think about how smart they are, how caring they are, how funny they are and how very much potential each and every one of them has. I think about the hope that they have, that one day they will get the news that they will once again belong to a family. These are kids that I have spent time with. These are kids who have told me what they want to be when they grow up, what they like to eat and what they like (and don't like!) about school. I have played with them and cuddled with them. These are amazing children! How can they have to go through life,
fighting the HIV virus and all that goes along with that, without the
love and support of a family?
I think of all of the kids at AAI's Layla House, and especially so many of the wonderful older kids who wait and wait for a family. I have spent time with these kids. They have braided my hair and helped me with my baby. They have played soccer and basketball with my husband (and shamed him!) I have heard them sing, watched them play and I have seen the pain in the eyes as yet another set of adoptive parents arrive who aren't there for them.
This holiday season, my heart rejoices for my Solomon and the many other children and families I know who are celebrating their first Christmas together, and the miracle of love and family with a child who not very long ago lived without those things. And at the same time, my heart aches for all of those kids who are still waiting for their own miracle.
Someone recently asked me "why" I was involved in international adoption, and why I thought it was "ok" for Americans to adopt children from other countries. It got me to thinking about this old post that I wrote on the very topic. I wrote the post below at the end of October 2006, when I was in Ethiopia adopting Belane. At that time the media was having a field day questioning the ethics of international adoption because of high profile adoptions by Angelina and Madonna. My feelings are the same now as they were then... (And I hope it goes without saying since we have adopted three kids from the U.S., that when it is ethical, of course I 100% support adoption of children in the U.S. as well). I believe all kids everywhere deserve love and family.
Oct. 2006
There has been a lot of “debate” about how “right’ or “wrong” it is for
Americans to adopt African orphans in the media lately…brought on no
doubt by the Material Girl herself.
I wanted to give my thoughts on this, as an American adoptive mom, who is actually in Africa right now.
I have said numerous times on my blog that I do not believe that
international adoption is the answer to the problems of poverty and
famine and illness and all of the other tragedies of society that are
plaguing so many parts of the world.
I believe the a child’s culture and country of birth are a very
important piece of who they are, and that a nation’s children are one
of their greatest assets and resources, and they should be kept in their families,
countries and culture if at all possible. I honestly believe that international adoption should
be a last resort.
But unfortunately, the truth is that the world is full of children right now who are at “last resort”. There are children with no parents, no security, no love and no hope for their future. With little or no opportunities for medical care
or education, no family support, and rarely any support from their communities, the future is so very bleak for these
children.
When I hear people who “oppose” international adoption, I wish that
they could be where I am, and see what I have seen this week. I wish
that they could look at a floor mat full of gorgeous babies, all
without mothers to hold them and rock them and feed them. I wish that
they could be in a room full of toddlers, hanging on your arms and legs
and calling “Mom” and doing anything they can for a moment of
attention. I wish they could see the crumpled faces and hear the heart
breaking cries of those toddlers when they are put back down, and their
fleeting moments of attention are done. I wish that they could look
into the eyes of the older children…all the very many older children…and
hear them ask the orphanage workers, with hope in their voices, if they
have any news of “a family?”
I wonder then, if the “opposers” could look into the eyes of these
children, if they would still say that they should stay where they are.
If the children were real, and not just numbers, would they still feel
that life in an orphanage is a better alternative to a loving family in
another country? It is easy to say that they should stay with their
first families, but for way too many, that is just not possible.
It is a great loss when these children are taken from the land and
culture of their birth, and one that should not be ignored or
underestimated, but I believe it is a much greater loss for these
children to never have the opportunity for love, and home, and
family, and an education, and medical care…for a life in which they are
not all alone in the world.
How much worse off will our world be if millions of children grow up without ever having love and someone to belong to?
Life is not perfect. Adoption is not perfect. But I believe that it is
the best option for many orphaned children in Africa (and many other places in the world), because the
alternative is too sad and too heartbreaking to permit.
I have seen these children. I have spent time with these children. They
want to be adopted. They hope to be adopted. I have not met one child
yet while here in Ethiopia that sits in the orphanage and hopes that
they never get chosen so that they can stay here.
I believe while losing their homeland and culture and familiar life
will be difficult and sad, and that being in a transracial family will
certainly have its issues and challenges, that those loses and
challenges are much easier to bare than growing up one of countless
other orphans with no love and no security. Being loved and having a
place to belong has got to be the better option. I believe that with
all my heart, and that is why I am here right now.
We have to join together and work together to find ways to help the
countries and families. We have to help find solutions to keep parents
alive and families together, and to find ways to better the economic
conditions so no parent ever has to give up a child simply because they
cannot feed him. We have to try and work towards solutions to prevent
future orphans from being created.
But while we are working on these things, there are children waiting
now…children who it is too late for…whose families are gone or unable
to care for them, and whose villages are full of so many like them that they
cannot take them in.
International adoption only touches a tiny percentage of those children
around the world. The problems in society seem too big to even begin to
tackle, but we must look at it as you would “eating an elephant”…one
small piece at a time.
Every time a child is sponsored so they can remain in their family and
stay in school, every time an animal or livestock is donated to a poor
family in a developing country, every time a single mother is given
the resources she needs to allow her to parent her baby if she chooses,
every time medications are made available to people in developing countries,
every time people are educated about how HIV and other diseases are
spread, every time prenatal care is provided to help keep mothers alive
to parent their children, every time someone decides to care…we take a
bite out of that elephant.
While I have been here in Addis, I have had an overwhelmingly
supportive reaction to our adopting Belane. Several well-dressed and
well-educated Ethiopians have stopped me to say that they think
adoption is a “blessed thing” and a “wonderful thing” and that they are
grateful that Americans and others care about the orphans in Ethiopia
and are sad that Ethiopia is unable to care for its children.
I’ve been thanked for taking her (and these people do not know she is
HIV+). One woman with very limited English stopped me to say (while
pointing at Belane), “Baby has no mother in Ethiopia. Adopt is very
very good. You good mother. You love her. She loves you.”
I always tell everyone here who stops to talk to me about adoption or
Belane that we love her beyond words and are so grateful to have
her…that we are lucky and we are blessed…and we are. When we get on
that plane, Ethiopia will be losing one of its most perfect, special
and amazing children.
We will raise her, as all of our children, to be proud of who they are
and where they came from, and to know how amazing the people are here and
the many special things about the place she was born. She’ll know about
the wonderful people who did their best to care for her once she was
orphaned. And she’ll always know she is loved.
So to me, all this pop-star induced debating about the morals and
perils of international adoption should boil down to two
things…children and love. Children need to be loved. Children deserve to be loved.
Adoption is a way to give some children the love they need and deserve,
when they would otherwise live life without it.
Adoption must be ethical and legal, and it should always be a real last resort for true
orphans. Adoption should always be about finding homes for children in need and for children who have no other option. Under those conditions, I don't see what is left to argue
about.