Thursday, May 2, 2013

An Update and An Interview

I know it's been a little while since I've blogged...it's how life goes and you can always catch up more on my life, or see pictures on our family blog.

In the meantime, I wanted to let you all know that I was interviewed for an article on Going Into Debt for In Vitro or Adoption: Is It Worth It? Feel free to check it out, but know that my name is not Kirsten; I promise it's Vanessa! :) Edited: It's been updated correctly to Vanessa.

The post should be syndicated on The Huffington Post at some point, so look for it there, and I'll come back and add the link when it finally is! Edited: Here it is!  It was an honor to be interviewed and just showed me once again how God was in control of our debt free adoption, and not us as He wanted this story told to a million people or more. Please note that while the article states we took out a small loan, what it failed to mention, is that the loan was paid off almost immediately after we adopted Xiomara. I just wanted to mention that in case anyone was confused by that statement!


He has pretty incredible plans for our little girl! Speaking of her, I couldn't share an update without a picture and a little bit about what life is like for her right now. Xiomara is all two right now. That means she is into everything. Her newest adventures include coloring over her dolls with pens, crawling up on the bathroom sink to play with the water, and every once and awhile throwing herself on the floor in a tantrum. She honestly spends most of her days smiling and laughing! She is talking a ton now and repeats a lot of what we say, or what her older sisters say. She hasn't quite mastered potty training, but with summer and her third birthday coming up, mommy is going to work on it with her. She finally ditched her paci, only to replace it with her thumb. While it sure is cute, I'm pretty sure it's worse to have a thumb sucker as I can't get rid of her thumb!


Everyday with her is a joy and I can't imagine my life without her. I'm looking forward to watching her grow into the amazing girl, and one day woman, God is already forming her into. •

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Dear Yahoo Shine and Elise Solé,

I'm sure many women out there appreciate your article on how super models are the most physically insecure women on the planet. I'm sure it felt wonderful to know that we "normal" women aren't the only ones who feel too fat, that our hair isn't perfectly coiffed, or that we have some body part that just isn't measuring up to the super model standard. I'm sure to an average woman, it felt wonderful knowing that we are not alone. Instead we are amongst the super models in this one area of our lives. We are all insecure.

However, I am not an average woman.

You see while you, Elise, took from model Cameron Russell's talk that models are insecure, I took from it that my bi-racial daughter has a less than 4% chance of ever becoming a model. It's not that I have high dreams that she will become one, but it's the fact that she is part African American that will potentially bar her from being what she may want to be one day. Meanwhile, my two Caucasian daughters have a 96% chance of becoming a model if the genetic lottery plays in their favor.

Something is wrong with that.

Outside of briefly mentioning Cameron's quote: "I am on this stage because I am a pretty white woman and in my industry we call that a 'sexy girl'", your article did not focus on what America needs to hear so that change can happen.

America needs to hear that Cameron didn't focus on her insecurity as a model. Rather a good portion of her talk was on how racial inequality plays a role in our society today. She talked about:

-How we have defined beauty as white skin.
-Last year (2011) in New York City, of the 140,000 teenagers that were stopped and frisked 86% of them were Black and Latino and most of them were young men. There are only 177,000 young Black and Latino men in New York City, so for them it's not a question of "Will I get stopped, but how many times will I get stopped? When will I get stopped?".
-How difficult it was for her to unpack a legacy of gender and racial oppression, when she is one of the biggest beneficiaries.

You had an opportunity to open America's eyes to this inequality, and yet, you chose instead to focus on a small piece of her talk. One that most likely won't cause controversy because we can all agree to feeling insecure at times.

But I won't ignore that racial inequality. Perhaps, as a white woman, I would have focused on the insecurity part of her talk. However, all of that changed in 2010 when I became a white mama to my bi-racial daughter. I can no longer pretend I didn't hear the facts about inequality in Cameron's talk. Because if I do so, one day my daughter will ask me why I didn't fight harder for her to have the same privilege as her white sisters do. I would have to answer her honestly, that I turned away from it and chose to ignore it because it's too controversial of a battle to fight. It's too large. It's too hard.

On that Tuesday when I became a mama to my daughter, I promised her first mom that I would fight for her. That I would not let the color of her skin change what she can do in this life. In making that promise to her first mom, I made that same promise to my beautiful Xiomara.


Thus I write this letter to you. The Xiomara's of this world deserve a chance too. No matter the color of their skin. They deserve to be all that they can and want to be. It's time to talk about it, not just shove it under the controversy rug in feigned ignorance.

In Proverbs it says, "Once our eyes have been opened we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God, who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows that we know and holds us responsible to act." Proverbs 24:12

Perhaps Cameron said it best, "There are people paying a cost for how they look and not who they are". I think it's time to do something about it. I only wish I would have known long before I became a mama to a bi-racial daughter. I only wish I would have cared when I was just another privileged white woman.

For now, I'm just going to wait on the world to change.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

I Get To Be The One

Dear Xiomara,

Today is National Adoption Day! A pretty important day to celebrate if you ask me. It's hard for me to imagine that a little over two years ago, you weren't here. Today, I get to be the one.



Well hello, little baby
Your eyes have never seen the sun
You should know, little baby
That I am the lucky one

The one to nurse you before bed. To hold you tightly in my arms as you drift off to sleep. The one to hear you exclaim you were in your birthmom's tummy. The one to tell you all about her; and the love she had for you.

I get to be the one to hold your hand
I get to be the one
Through birthdays and broken bones
I'll be there to watch you grow
I get to be the one



The one to take you potty for the very first time. To hear your excitement over each chocolate chip earned. The one to hear your soft little voice sing Jesus Loves Me to your dollie when you think no one is listening.

Don't feel alone now, little baby
Do you hear me singing you a song?
I can't wait to show you, little baby
How to crawl, how to walk, and how to run


The one to mourn her loss; yet celebrate mine. To stare at your beauty and play with your curls. To watch your face light up, dimple come out, and hear that full belly laugh.

How does someone so small hold my heart so tightly?
I don't even know you
I love you completely


Photo by: Holly D Photography

Little one, we truly are the lucky ones. To watch you form a bond with your sisters over a pillow fight. To hear you say "I love you". I am so thankful little one, that I get to be the one.

With all my love,

Mama

Lyrics are in italics from the song I Get To Be The One by JJ Heller (it is definitely worth a listen)!

Friday, August 17, 2012

An Open Letter To Pat Robertson {Setting The Truth Straight On Adoption}

I've been quiet on here lately. Just soaking up summer, enjoying my girls, and looking on with a bitter sweetness on how my girls are all growing up. I see friends around me having babies or adopting and I'm super happy for them. I just know that we are not in that season right now. However, that does not stop me from supporting adoption 100%. I also am not one to step down when it comes to controversy and misinformation on adoption.

So today, I'm stepping up and blogging a blog post I never thought I would have to write. You see recently Pat Robertson spoke out and said, "...you never know about adopted children; they might have brain damage and grow up weird.” This was in response to a woman who sent in a question about a man who would not marry her because she has adopted children.

To all of you reading this out there, I want to say, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that someone who represents himself as a Christian can sit there and say such a heartless statement. I'm sorry that this man who has a platform to represent Christ, isn't following God's own example. After all, doesn't God adopt each and every one of us as His sons, His daughters? After all, didn't God show us the perfect example of adoption in sending His son to earth to be adopted into Joseph's family? Please, if you are reading this, know that this is not how God views adoption.

To Pat (if you are reading this, and I hope you do). How dare you use one example, one example to explain away adoption and why no one should do it. Is it hard? Yes. Is there abuse in some cases? Yes. Neglect in others? Yes. Is it always going to be rosy and perfect? No, no, no.

But you know what Pat, someone could have easily said the same situation with a biological child. So maybe, according to your advice, we just shouldn't have any children at all. For after all, you just never know how they might turn out to be.



Pat, take a good look at this little girl. She is mine. Not by blood. She is adopted. We are different in every way possible. But come spend a day with us and you will find that she is not weird, she does not have brain damage just because she is adopted. In fact, I would venture to guess that you could spend a day with any adopted family and find out how very wrong your words are.

If adoption has taught me one thing, it is this; being adopted does not make you who or what you are. Instead adoption is a piece of the larger puzzle that God has designed for us. And if it wasn't for this little girl, our current puzzle would not be complete.

And I can't stay silent. The world needs to hear both sides. Thus, I'm setting the truth straight on adoption.

Friday, July 6, 2012

It's been two years

2 years ago today, you held her and gazed lovingly down at her. Then you made what most likely will be the hardest decision of your whole life; you handed her to me. I can still hear your sobs, still see your hands shaking. Then you walked away for the rest of your life, with your heart in my hands.

I cried for you. I sobbed. I turned to Chris and told him that you could have her back. My heart broke for you. My life was never the same again. Either was yours. Or hers. In fact, the whole world changed.



Two years later, this little girl has forever changed us all. But I want you to know, that I still think of you. I pray for you. I love you.

Thank you for this little piece of sunshine that you allowed in our hearts. We love you and are thinking and praying for you on this day.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

A Decision That Changed Forever

It's been two years. Two years to the day since the phone rang and my life was forever changed. Two years since your firstmom sat in a room with an amazing woman named Clarissa, and a pile of family profiles, and somehow, was drawn to the one that said Christopher & Vanessa. Two years since Clarissa made that call to our social worker, who then phoned me; a busy mom of a just turned three and one year old. Desperately trying to hurry those two girls to nap time. Although incredibly late to naps, I rushed to the phone that day in the hopes that just maybe it was the call we had been waiting close to two years for. Never in a million years did I ever think it really would be.


I remember the tears in my eyes when she told me that we were to have another little girl due on our anniversary, August 9th. I remember calling your daddy and in a rush of breath explaining that "It's a girl! We were chosen again". I remember daddy being so very, very nervous that we would have another heart breaking failed adoption. 


In many ways, it is on this day, my half birthday, that your story with us begins. I always think of your birthmom on this day. I can't help but wonder what was going through her mind the day she first laid eyes on us. Did she dream of me holding you in my arms? Did she dream of daddy spinning you around in the air? Did she ever imagine it would be this hard? This beautiful?


I'm not sure any of us imagined it to be like this. So amazing! So hard! So beautiful! And it all started two years ago today. •

Sunday, May 13, 2012

A Mother's Love

Xiomara, today is Mother's Day. A day to celebrate mother's around the world. While today Dada is making the day a special day for me, and you are loving on me with your sweet, wet smooches, I am thinking of your firstmom "J". The mama who gave you life and all her love.

I want you to know "J" as best as you can, whether that is through letters, pictures, or me just telling you about her. So today, on this second mother's day, I want you to know a little bit about her.


First, she is beautiful. No surprise really with how gorgeous you are. But she really is beautiful. You have her little pointed chin, and even though your eyes are a different color than hers, I believe you had the same shape of eyes as her.

She had a sweet disposition and every time we talked on the phone before you were born, I felt as if I could talk to her for hours. If I had known her in real life, I'm pretty sure we could have easily been friends.


I remember on the day we came to pick you up, she was crying just huge tear drops. She shook as she handed you to me. That would be the last time she held you. She told me over and over again how much she loved you. And she truly did. You could see that love shining for you in her eyes. She asked me to take good care of you and to love you as if you were my own. When it was time for her to leave, I asked her if she wanted to hold you again. She told me, she didn't think she could because she wasn't sure she could give you back to me. I realized the depth of her love in that simple statement.

So on this Mother's Day, I think and pray for "J" that she would be loved and comforted, and know how much you love her too. That you would always respect her and love her for that and take joy in knowing the woman who you first called mama in your heart.



We love you "J"! Happy Mother's Day!

 

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