Friday, September 21, 2012

Reunion: the Merge of Two Realities

I chuckled when I pulled M's "family portrait" that he made at preschool from his tote bag.  All four of our immediate family members were present in the colorful picture.  I could not help but notice that his little brother, W, was a tiny baby swaddled and in my arms in this creation.  I could immediately imagine M sitting at his little table surrounded by peers, making his case to his teachers as to why W needed to be a baby in the picture.  W is eighteen months old, technically a toddler, and is only a head shorter than M.  M proudly calls him "Baby W" and corrects me when I tell W that he's getting to be so big.  M is not ready to share the status of "big boy" with W yet. How M views his family is his unique reality.  This made me think of another little boy I am related to and his family reality.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Conception From Rape: Filmmaker Brian Stanton Takes on the Politicians

In this clip, Brian Stanton takes on political attitudes and beliefs when it comes to conception from rape by raising his own voice as an adoptee who was conceived from rape.  I am so excited to have contributed to a project Brian is working on to give insight into the minds and hearts of those who conceived from rape and those who were conceived from rape.  Thanks, Brian!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Parenting Through an Adopted Lens: "You Don't Match Us"

"It's the red one with stripes!"  I hear my almost-four-year-old shout from the living room.  "No, not that one, Bert!"  He says.  "It's the other one!"

I chuckle to myself as I listen to him call out which socks on Bernice's clothesline match.  "M" loves to match things, and this Sesame Street segment where Bert asks viewers to "help" him find Bernice's (his pet pigeon) socks on a clothesline full of mismatched socks is right up his alley.

M makes a game out of things he observes each day.  Sometimes I'll find him starting at two objects intently, trying to figure out what is the same and what is different about them.  I like his curiosity; one thing that I particularly like is that he rarely uses differences to assign judgement to objects he is comparing.  He merely observes them and moves on.

One day, he looked at his family members and compared them.