I’ve followed the news stories about Torie Hansen’s international adoption with good parts sadness and some parts horror. Not, necessarily, horror over a family unable to continue to try and bond with a troubled child. But horror with how the family dealt with their difficulties. Sending a boy back to his native country, alone, with a note saying “I no longer wish to parent this child” is, to say the least, not the route to go.
But I have little sympathy to the commentary that pretends that removing a child from a home should never be an option.
Now let me be clear, our experience with Monica and Kelly doesn’t fall anywhere near the end of the spectrum of worst case scenarios. It is, in fact, why I feel ridiculously blessed. We and our daughters are doing pretty awesome considering how bad things can sometimes go. They very clearly love us in healthy ways (and we them).
But that’s not say international adoption is a cake walk. It’s not.
KJ Dell’Antonia has a poignant piece in Slate this week in which she talks about some painful truths about adoption. It’s a thoughtful read (and interesting to read the commentary below). The line that’s stuck with me the last few days is this:
With some crazed exceptions, few adoptive parents go through this process intending to do harm. The problem is that harm has already been done. Even the best adoptive parent is just the clean-up crew.
I hadn’t thought of myself as the clean-up crew. More like the 2nd (and 3rd, and 4th, and 77th) chance. But some days you’re picking up a lot of pieces.
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