Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Intention

From 1993 to last year, we had two greyhounds, Rosie and Archie. When we lived in a condo and didn't have a yard to run them in, we'd take them on walks or runs along the beach. It's fair to say that every day, at least one stranger would stop us and ask, "Did you rescue them?" or "What beautiful dogs. Are they rescues?" Technically, we got the dogs from an organization charged with placing racing dogs in homes, but we didn't really think of our relationship with our dogs as one of rescuer/rescued. They were just our dogs. Realizing that people's intentions were good, we usually responded, "well, we did get them from a greyhound organization and they raced for a time." Often, this was followed by something along the lines of how great we were to do such a thing or how they wished more people would do it, and so on. My husband and I thought about it in much simpler terms: we wanted dogs, they wanted people, we wanted each other, we found each other.

Tonight I had dinner with an old friend whose brothers and sisters are all adopted from different countries around the world. (My friend is blond and blue eyed, like me). How did I not know this? Apparently her mother's career, before she retired, was placing children from around the world in homes. My friend's mother, when sifting through applications to adopt, considered it a red flag when an applicant would respond to the question "why do want to adopt?" with "because there are so many needy children in the world." According to my friend's mother, such an answer, while generally true, suggested that perhaps the parent's need to be a good Samaritan was greater than the needs of the child.

Perhaps such scrutiny is harsh, but I understand it. Upon hearing this, I did a quick mental review of how we answered that question. I believe our answer was that there was a need in our family, that our family is incomplete, and that we wish to complete our family with a person who is already on the planet. Pretty simple.

There is a great deal of attention these days to celebrities who adopt children. I think celebrities are probably no different than anyone else, they just have more money and more notoriety. Accordingly, many of them probably adopt in order to enhance their sense of themselves, and some probably adopt to complete their families. I really can't be the judge.

Perhaps writing about the adoption process in such a public way is akin to asking for praise. I hope not. Fundamentally, I want to chronicle the process for my friends and family who ask a lot of good questions. I have also made many good friends in cyberspace who I think are interested. And, yes, I like to hear myself talk. Let's be honest.

When our adoptive daughter is home with us, she will be a part of our family and superfluities or impure motives, if any, will quickly fall away. I don't believe such motives exist with us, but I check myself each and every day.

And yes, I realize that children are not greyhounds. Greyhounds run faster and have to go to the dentist more often.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's so noble of you to adopt a child. **pat pat**

:)

Lisa said...

Jacob:
Oh, it's nothing. Really.

Anonymous said...

I feel something I can't describe when I hear about adoption stories - especially when the adoption is of a Chinese girl. Maybe because I'm a Chinese woman and so many times, people who have returned from China with their daughters look at me and we somehow have something to say to each other. Maybe it's because their daughters can't take their eyes off me (especially if they haven't seen one of our kind in a while...) "She just loves to look at you..." they'll say. I usually respond with "oh kids always fixate on darker features..." and then we laugh, because truth is, she simply just hasn't seen one of her peeps in a while. And I simply can't take my eyes off their little bundle either, truth be told. I listen to their travel stories. They know China so much better than I do. I have never been there and wonder when I will make that pilgrimage...someday. I read your blog because what you share transcends just personal experience. It is human. It is real. And I like it.

Lisa said...

Mae:
Thanks for the heartfelt comments. Yes, I'm sure you are adored by wee Chinese babies. It must make you feel good.

Even before Georgia was born, I would see white (non-Asian) women with their older chinese daughers, like 11 or 12, from time to time. Just shopping or whatever. I would say to myself that that's how I wanted to be.

Christina said...

Before I got pregnant, Andrew and I began to look into the adoption route. Neither of us were completely sure whether or not it would be the ultimate path for us, but it's something that's always felt right to me. I remember filling out one of the questionnaires and thinking "Wow, what is the right answer to this?" There was a series of multiple choice questions and the first or second one asked why you wanted to adopt. The choices ranged from "Because we are unable to have children but really want to" to "We would love to provide a child with a loving home" to "There are so many needy children in the world." I remember feeling like I was about to be tricked and I didn't end up answering the question. However, I knew it wasn't the last answer. There's just something about that one that bothers me, as if you'd then expect the child to thank you every minute of every day for saving them or something.

Lisa said...

Christina:
Boy I hear you about thinking the questions are trick-questions. I got really stand-offish when the agency (which is a non-religious agency) asked me about any spiritual/religious beliefs I have. I really don't like to try to put this kind of thing into words, so I just did a quick summary of being raised Lutheran, which - in my view - is not very enlightening.

We had to attend an weekend-long workshop with other people adopting. There was a woman in the group - you know the type - who monopolized all the conversations and wanted to comment on every paragraph offered by the speakers. She also struck me as desperate as well as superficially charitable. The combination was haunting. I hope she's doing o.k., for her kid's sake.

Anonymous said...

You're just a girl whose intentions are pure. Oh, Lord, please don't let you feel misunderstood.

Or something. ;-)

I could care less if you were doing it - writing this blog - for the praise. It's praise worthy. But I don't believe for one second you are. It's an amazing journey you and your entire family are embarking on; one you should document, and capture, for so many reasons. The fact that you will likely inspire some or comfort others in a similar position is purely a bonus.

Lisa said...

Jennifer:
I love that song. Now I will sit up all night wondering who recorded it.

You're right. If someone is inspired, then so much the better.

Thanks for your comments, Jennifer.