Do you do the preface?
As in, â€œI love my kids, but?â€ Or, maybe more relevantly, â€œI love [my adopted child], but?â€
Dawn at Create a Family and the bloggers of The Adopted Ones were talking, recently, about that twinge of disloyalty that comes when we decide to really dish about our families. It works both ways: â€œI love my mom, butâ€ is coming, and itâ€™s probably come out of your own mouth, too. The question is, do adoptive parentsâ€”and adoptive kidsâ€”do it more?
For months after Rory was adopted, I struggled. No, I flailed. It was ugly. I did blog about it (far less than I could have) but I almost never talked about it, and I never managed to get the help or counseling I probably could have used, and my reluctance came in part from the same impulse. Adoption, for the parents, is seen as more of a â€œchoiceâ€ than biological parenting. I thought any potential listeners (other than fellow APS) were probably secretly thinking something along the lines of â€œyou made your bed, now lie in itâ€ and â€œI told you soâ€ besides.
Adoptees have a different problem. Theyâ€™re supposed to be grateful. (I believe it was Harriet Wimsey, nee Vane, who said â€œGratitude makes me want to bite people.â€) As ShadowtheAdoptee posted, â€œsociety keeps telling us we have a lot more reason to feel obligated and loyal to our adopted families than bios are made toÂ feel, after all our first family didnâ€™t want us, werenâ€™t capable of keeping us, so arenâ€™t we lucky, grateful that someone else did?â€
So, here we are: two sets of people, APs and As, who feel in some sense like we canâ€™t complain. Of course, we DO: but not without giving at least lip service to the good things that underlie our complaints, even when the complaints come from real, discussion-worthy roots (as in, â€œI love my adoptive mother, but I wonder about my birth mother,â€ or â€œI love my daughter, but Iâ€™m worried that sheâ€™ll never feel as secure in our family as my bio kids).Â Or maybe that we canâ€™t even explore (as in â€œI wonder if it would be better if more Chinese families adopted Chinaâ€™s waiting children.â€) I know I think a lot about how the adoption process should be different, and how much I wish international adoptive parents were encouraged to explore the possibilities of domestic foster adoption more than we didâ€”but that does not mean, and never would mean, that I want to change my own adoption. And yes, I feel like I have to say thatâ€”every time. I imagine that someday, Roryâ€”who might, in the abstract and as an adult, want to explore those questionsâ€”will feel the same.
And the question is, is that a good thing?
In one sense, itâ€™s not. If I say â€œWe meant to wait a little longer between kidsâ€”I should have known you could get pregnant while nursing,â€ no one assumes I mean I donâ€™t want Wyatt. I might preface it. I might not. I donâ€™t worry that heâ€™ll come across that statement in ten years and use it to hate me, either. Both society AND I give me unspoken permission to express those things without really fearing that anyone, from outsiders to Wyatt to me, will question our bond.
But with Rory I obviously worry. I worry that outsiders will question my commitment to her. I worry that she will someday question it. I worry, still, that I am on some level questioning itâ€”that I am saying or feeling something I wouldnâ€™t say or feel of a biological child in the same position, even though to have a biological child in the same position is impossible. If those fears triumph, Iâ€™m silenced. And if Iâ€™m silenced, then thatâ€™s one less voice talking about adoption, and that societal doubt will never go away.
But on the other handâ€”how bad is it, really, to preface every worry or complaint or even discussion of change with an out-and-out disclaimer that notes how lucky I am? Because I am lucky. I have the luxury of dealing with problems or contemplating issues from a place of passionately loving my daughter, herself a gift of some combination of fate, the universe and our familyâ€™s willingness to take a different kind of leap into the unknown. I think I have nothing to complain about, there.
And Rory? If she wants to preface her complaints (and Iâ€™m sure sheâ€™ll have them) or her advocacy for change (and Iâ€™d love it if she someday has that) with some sort of disclaimer, I hope she does it, not out of â€œgratitudeâ€ but out of a deep sense that she is indeed lucky. NOT lucky that her adoptive family â€œdid this great thing for her.â€ But lucky in the same way that every member of our family is lucky: we have each other to love. And if she has so much faith in that that it doesnâ€™t even occur to her to mention it? Ok, maybe that would be the luckiest thing of all.