What I would like to say to everyone who is happily celebrating National Adoption Month is this: You are happy. Good.
Some of us are dying inside. This piece in the Huff Post by Mirah Riben explains it rather succinctly in rant-less fashion.
You might also want to read this. Tarikuwa Lemma is as eloquent as a poet about her own adoption.
And as if a National Adoption Month and a National Adoption Day are not enough, there’s now 4 million bucks recently crowd funded for an International Adoption Day (which was yesterday.) Here’s a quote from the article in Forbes just in case you’re too busy eating your Happy Adoption Day cake to read the whole thing: “The main obstacle to adopting a newborn child is the cost.” Checking out their website, I’m willing to concede that maybe these folks aren’t dealing exclusively in newborns, but where is the original focus of National Adoption Month? According to the North American Council on Adoptable Children, there are currently over 100,000 children in foster care who cannot be reunited with their original families. Is this crowd funding effort connecting families with those kids? Maybe, but it looks like international infant adoption is the focus.
So while you’re toasting to your happy family, know that I’m happy for you if you’re all happy. I know that some adoptions are good and necessary and healing adoptions. I’d just like a deep breath, a pause, a nano-second of silence in which the happy consider the gravity of the loss also associated with adoption.
Now party on. Festoon your house with balloons. I’m going to change my brightly colored clothes and find something black.
photo credit: New York Times