One person's dream is another person's nightmare:
I admit it, I'm a blog, you tube junkie! I love to check out other people's blogs and follow their stories while in China. I always do the same thing--scroll down til I get to the Gotcha post so I can see the pix and then daydream about my own will-get-her-someday Gotcha Day. Then I read the rest.
BUT, I have to admit, I always look into the eyes of those beautiful little ones and wonder what they're thinking. They must be so confused and terrified. For many who have been in the orphanages, rather than foster care, it seems it must take a while for it to sink in. They're probably used to having many caretakers. At first, they probably think "OK, so you'll be feeding and changing me for awhile" a sort of "Today's caretaker to be played by --insert strange looking caucasion mom and dad here" --but then later when they come to the realization that their world has been turned upside down, it must be terrifying. I've read of many little ones being taken back to the hotels with their new families and the child searching the room for their mama. Looking and searching for the only people they've ever known and not being able to find them.
The ones who have been in foster care, it seems like they might catch on quicker that something's not right.
I recently read on the RQ about a family who adopted a 2 yr old. On Gotcha Day, the poor little girl was crying hysterically and speaking in Chinese. The family asked their guide to translate. The little girl was pleading "Please, I'll be good, take me back to my mommy. I'll be a good girl" over and over. It's heartwrenching. I have two boys, I remember when they were two, we were their whole world, their only understanding of safety and comfort.
Here is something I lifted from the net to try to make people understand the emotions that these kids must feel:
A Different Perspective
Imagine for a moment… You have met the person you’ve dreamed about all your life. He has every quality that you desire in a spouse. You plan for the wedding, enjoying every free moment with your fiancée. You love his touch, his smell, the way he looks into your eyes. For the first time in your life, you understand what is meant by “soul mate,” for this person understands you in a way that no one else does. Your heart beats in rhythm with his. Your emotions are intimately tied to his every joy, his every sorrow.
The wedding comes. It is a happy celebration, but the best part is that you are finally the wife of this wonderful man. You fall asleep that night, exhausted from the day’s events, but relaxed and joyful in the knowledge that you are next to the person who loves you more than anyone in the world…the person who will be with you for the rest of your life. The next morning you wake up, nestled in your partner’s arms. You open your eyes and immediately look for his face. But it’s not him! You are in the arms of another man. You recoil in horror. Who is this man?
Where is your beloved? You ask questions of the new man, but it quickly becomes apparent that he doesn’t understand you. You search every room in the house, calling and calling for your husband. The new guy follows you around, trying to hug you, pat you on the back. . .even trying to stroke your arm, acting like everything is okay. But you know that nothing is okay. Your beloved is gone. Where is he? Will he return? When? What has happened to him? Weeks pass. You cry and cry over the loss of your beloved. Sometimes you ache silently, in shock over what has happened. The new guy tries to comfort you. You appreciate his attempts, but he doesn’t speak your language-either verbally or emotionally. He doesn’t seem to realize the terrible thing that has happened...that your sweetheart is gone. You find it difficult to sleep. The new guy tries to comfort you at bedtime with soft words and gentle touches, but you avoid him, preferring to sleep alone, away from him and any intimate words or contact.
Months later, you still ache for your beloved, but gradually you are learning to trust this new guy. He’s finally learned that you like your coffee black, not doctored up with cream and sugar. Although you still don’t understand his bedtime songs, you like the lilt of his voice and take some comfort in it. More time passes. One morning, you wake up to find a full suitcase sitting next to the front door. You try to ask him about it, but he just takes you by the hand and leads you to the car. You drive and drive and drive. Nothing is familiar. Where are you? Where is he taking you?
You pull up to a large building. He leads you to an elevator and up to a room filled with people. Many are crying. Some are ecstatic with joy. You are confused. And worried. The man leads you over to the corner. Another man opens his arms and sweeps you up in an embrace. He rubs your back and kisses your cheeks, obviously thrilled to see you. You are anything but thrilled to see him. Who in the world is he? Where is your beloved? You reach for the man who brought you, but he just smiles (although he seems to be tearing up, which concerns you), pats you on the back, and puts your hand in the hands of the new guy. The new guy picks up your suitcase and leads you to the door. The familiar face starts openly crying, waving and waving as the elevator doors close on you and the new guy. The new guy drives you to an airport and you follow him, not knowing what else to do. Sometimes you cry, but then the new guy tries to make you smile, so you grin back, wanting to “get along.” You board a plane. The flight is long. You sleep a lot, wanting to mentally escape from the situation.
Hours later, the plane touches down. The new guy is very excited and leads you into the airport where dozens of people are there to greet you. Light bulbs flash as your photo is taken again and again. The new guy takes you to another guy who hugs you. Who is this one? You smile at him. Then you are taken to another man who pats your back and kisses your cheek. Then yet another fellow gives you a big hug and messes your hair. Finally, someone (which guy is this?) pulls you into his arms with the biggest hug you’ve ever had. He kisses you all over your cheeks and croons to you in some language you’ve never heard before. He leads you to a car and drives you to another location. Everything here looks different. The climate is not what you’re used to. The smells are strange. Nothing tastes familiar, except for the black coffee. You wonder if someone told him that you like your coffee black. You find it nearly impossible to sleep.
Sometimes you lie in bed for hours, staring into the blackness, furious with your husband for leaving you, yet aching from the loss. The new guy checks on you. He seems concerned and tries to comfort you with soft words and a mug of warm milk. You turn away, pretending to go to asleep. People come to the house. You can feel the anxiety start to bubble over as you look into the faces of all the new people. You tightly grasp the new guy’s hand. He pulls you closer. People smile and nudge one other, marveling at how quickly you’ve fallen in love. Strangers reach for you, wanting to be a part of the happiness. Each time a man hugs you, you wonder if he will be the one to take you away. Just in case, you keep your suitcase packed and ready. Although the man at this house is nice and you’re hanging on for dear life, you’ve learned from experience that men come and go, so you just wait in expectation for the next one to come along. Each morning, the new guy hands you a cup of coffee and looks at you expectantly. A couple of times the pain and anger for your husband is so great that you lash out, sending hot coffee across the room, causing the new guy to yelp in pain. He just looks at you, bewildered. But most of the time you calmly take the cup. You give him a smile. And wait. And wait. And wait.
How would each of us handle all these changes?
How would this impact us for the rest of our lives?
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Word of the day:
bushwhacked: boosh-wak-t. verb, past tense meaning to attack suddenly from a place of concealment, ambush.
I think this should actually read Bush-whacked as in yowzah, the Republicans got a major smackdown from the Dems in the elections. Of course the main reason for this seems to be the US people's general disgust at the way our government is being handled by the Shrub (baby Bush for all who aren't in the know re: my own personal jargon). Its too bad so many of my fellow Americans have been walking around in a haze the last 6 yrs waving flags and choking down the lies that have been crammed down our throats over and over and over again. Let's go get Saddam--he's to blame for 9/11, they have WMD's, the Iraqi people want capitalism and will rush to greet us with open arms, vote Republican and bring back morality to our country, "Mission Accomplished", etc. Um NOT!!!
Make no mistake, this was not a pro-Dem vote, this was a we're-sick-of-Bush's-crap vote. This vote says: "We're sick of lining the pockets of the rich and keeping the elite (top .001%) of the American people living in uber-luxury as the regular folks (read this as "anyone who doesn't have a trust fund") incur federal debt at a level which will keep the US in the red until my grandkids have children while American jobs are being outsourced to whatever third world country is the cheapest. We're sick of being lied to at every turn by a man who thinks its folksy that he can't deliver a speech in intelligible english. A maverick who sends our military men and women into danger but showed up late or not at all for his own military service. A reckless attempt of a civil servant who has made the US appear as terrorists to rest of the civilized world." That's what this election result speaks to. Finally, people are experiencing an awakening and asking, "Why are we doing this?" Answer: So we can protect a bunch of oil interests. People, lots of them, are dying for OIL!!!
The result: the Democrats will now have a majority in both the Senate and the House and the icing on the cake??? A female Speaker of the House! Now, I don't really know too much about our soon to be Madam Speaker but aren't these interesting times?? What could be on the horizon?? a female president? POTUS Clinton II perhaps? Although I really do believe that the best person for the job is the person who should have the job regardless of gender--I can't help but turn up a little smile that a woman has finally attained this important position. I think its probably the same pride that the Catholics felt when JFK was elected, it just had never happened before.
So, what's on the horizon? Not sure. I'm hoping it will be better if even just a little tiny bit. Truth be told, although your reading of this may leave you thinking otherwise, I don't really feel in line with the DNC's platform. There's tons that the Dems stand for that I really don't. This may have some unpleasant results. But, just for today, I'm going to revel in the fact that Bush's obnoxious smirk has been at least partially and temporarily wiped from his smug face.
I've said it before and I'll probably say it again: I hated Bush when hating Bush wasn't cool. Finally, perhaps, the peaceful will inherit the earth.
bushwhacked: boosh-wak-t. verb, past tense meaning to attack suddenly from a place of concealment, ambush.
I think this should actually read Bush-whacked as in yowzah, the Republicans got a major smackdown from the Dems in the elections. Of course the main reason for this seems to be the US people's general disgust at the way our government is being handled by the Shrub (baby Bush for all who aren't in the know re: my own personal jargon). Its too bad so many of my fellow Americans have been walking around in a haze the last 6 yrs waving flags and choking down the lies that have been crammed down our throats over and over and over again. Let's go get Saddam--he's to blame for 9/11, they have WMD's, the Iraqi people want capitalism and will rush to greet us with open arms, vote Republican and bring back morality to our country, "Mission Accomplished", etc. Um NOT!!!
Make no mistake, this was not a pro-Dem vote, this was a we're-sick-of-Bush's-crap vote. This vote says: "We're sick of lining the pockets of the rich and keeping the elite (top .001%) of the American people living in uber-luxury as the regular folks (read this as "anyone who doesn't have a trust fund") incur federal debt at a level which will keep the US in the red until my grandkids have children while American jobs are being outsourced to whatever third world country is the cheapest. We're sick of being lied to at every turn by a man who thinks its folksy that he can't deliver a speech in intelligible english. A maverick who sends our military men and women into danger but showed up late or not at all for his own military service. A reckless attempt of a civil servant who has made the US appear as terrorists to rest of the civilized world." That's what this election result speaks to. Finally, people are experiencing an awakening and asking, "Why are we doing this?" Answer: So we can protect a bunch of oil interests. People, lots of them, are dying for OIL!!!
The result: the Democrats will now have a majority in both the Senate and the House and the icing on the cake??? A female Speaker of the House! Now, I don't really know too much about our soon to be Madam Speaker but aren't these interesting times?? What could be on the horizon?? a female president? POTUS Clinton II perhaps? Although I really do believe that the best person for the job is the person who should have the job regardless of gender--I can't help but turn up a little smile that a woman has finally attained this important position. I think its probably the same pride that the Catholics felt when JFK was elected, it just had never happened before.
So, what's on the horizon? Not sure. I'm hoping it will be better if even just a little tiny bit. Truth be told, although your reading of this may leave you thinking otherwise, I don't really feel in line with the DNC's platform. There's tons that the Dems stand for that I really don't. This may have some unpleasant results. But, just for today, I'm going to revel in the fact that Bush's obnoxious smirk has been at least partially and temporarily wiped from his smug face.
I've said it before and I'll probably say it again: I hated Bush when hating Bush wasn't cool. Finally, perhaps, the peaceful will inherit the earth.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
YIPPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can you believe it!!!! They actually got up to the 25th!! This is really good news. I know it seems bizarre but the 23rd would have been horrible. Hardly anyone was logged in on those days and it would have represented a considerable slow down. The 24th is a huge log in day. There was even some talk that the day may be split for referrals but it wasn't and they actually were able to squeeze out one more day! What this means for us with a LID 2/13/06 is this: if they keep going at this rate we could get a referral as soon as the end of April 2007! That seems almost unbelievable as I have been setting myself up for a worst case scenario that's pretty bad (April 2008). Of course, things can slow down more, no doubt about it and I really think we're still looking at next fall but I can dream!!! At least at this point I feel somewhat confident that we may still travel next year and not be affected by the Olympics which was becoming a concern to me. No one knows for sure what will happen with IA during the Olympics but there is speculation that they may shut down completely for some time. I hope that doesn't happen to anyone but I really hope it doesn't happen to us!!!
Anyway, today is a good day! I can't wait to see the pix (probably tomorrow) of all those beautiful little faces. When I get to work 16 more paperclips will be coming off my paperclip calendar and the number of LID's before mine will be changed to 173. At least this is progress!
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