Garden Variety Family

anti-adoption sentiments on the web

I have just been on a trip around the internet reading blogs and articles about those who are against adoption. They started from comments posted on an infertile blonde. As a mother who would do anything for my child I am speechless. Most of what I read was from people adopted long ago when adoption was not spoken of, swept under the rug, when young single women were coerced or forced to give up their infants for adoption. I am always horrified when I read such stories, see movies, or hear of cases like these. I believe it was wrong but this is not the only adoption scenario out there, certainly today, more and more young women are keeping their babies. But that doesn't change the fact that there are grey areas in every issue, individual circumstance, different details. My son will know his, and with any luck he will know all the people in his triad. There were so many hurtful things said about adoptive parents in the things I read today, I am still trying to process it. Everything I read was so black and white: assuming that their experiences, their feelings, their reasons, their circumstances are those of their counterparts. I don't know what to say. I can't begin to tackle the tangled emotions and thoughts that are broiling in my head right now.

will my ice cube trays ever be white again?

When I started this blog it was all about our path to parenthood. I had hopes of documenting our adoption process as a chronicle for us but also to maybe help others out who were in the same boat. The blog slowed to a near halt as our adoption path virtually stalled with little relief in sight. Out of the blue and with no warning we got the once-in-a-lifetime-chance to become parents. Our goal was achieved without a peep on the blog. We went from international adoption to domestic in a heartbeat and hardly knew how it happened. So with a sweet babe in arms for almost 7 months now what do I do with this blog? The other primary purpose of the blog was to celebrate diverse families, namely those created through adoption. The blog can still do that as we are still a multi-racial family but then there is this babyhood that, as it speeds by is like nothing else. I understand mommy bloggers now, I never really wanted to be one but there is this awe that takes over your life as this little being takes over and makes you see life from an entirely new vantage point. You find yourself doing and loving experiences you never imagined. As a visual artist I can't help but see this beauty in this amazing mundane.

So our Little Truffle is getting really big, actually he is in the 90th percentile and every inch of him is gorgeous. He started eating cereals a couple months ago and we are slowly adding fruits and veggies. I am making all his food myself at this point "making" means steaming and pureeing -- I am not relying on Gerber to nourish my child. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I am just a do-it-yourself kinda gal and I like knowing exactly what is going in my child's mouth and... have you ever noticed how outrageously expensive it is? My son is certainly worth it but I buy organic, I can get fresh and more diverse variety in huge quantities for a lot less. All of this is an attempt to expand his palate to hopefully avoid the pickies later and to give him all the goodness of a full rainbow of foods.

So after, carrots (which gave him the twitchies it was hilarious to watch) we had peas, bananas, butternut squash, and next on the spectrum: a gorgeous alizarine crimson. I got these gorgeous beets from our public market. They are like candy and I had to restrain myself from eating them all. I did my thing, boiled them, peeled them and blend, blend, blended them. Just look at these gems.

The color drives me wild.

Do you thing my ice cube trays will ever be white again?

 

Up next: apples of one of my favorite varieties, Pink Lady.