An “Adoption Moment”
You're My Second Mama, Aren't You?
Whenever I had an experience with my adopted children that perplexed me or caught me off guard, I would learn to call those “Adoption Moments.” This was all the times that I did or said something that had completely unintended consequences that I learned to process and deal with right along with my children. This all stems from the fact that unless you were adopted yourself, it is impossible to put yourself in your children shoes all of the time.
When Stacee was four years old, I was determined to find her a baby doll for Christmas that looked like her. Eighteen years ago, that wasn’t all that easy to do. Most all dolls were Caucasian looking and a few were African-American dolls. I searched high and low for one that looked Asian. I was very excited when I finally found one, and couldn’t wait for Stacee to open this present at Christmas!
My fantasy was Stacee would open this doll, love it, name it, and cherish it as she did all of her other dolls and stuffed animals.On August 11, 2011
