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Some adopt, slot the child in place, and expect to move on without a ripple in the family pond. Some adopt and immediately look for therapists to deal with anticipated problems. Most fall somewhere in between. But almost all adoptive parents struggle with how and when to talk to their children about adoption. Should they wait for questions? Bring it up? Do the LifeBook thing? Should they have the story ready so there's a pat answer when questions do arise? Should they duck it until some undefined future time when the child is "older?"
In her book, "The Language of Blood," Jane Jeonga Trenka writes,
"My forehead scrunches up, and I feel something like a burn rise up out of my chest and into my throat, behind the jaw, making my chin quiver, behind the nose and into the eyes, and I start to drip.
'Why did she give us away?' I ask my mommy, my little mouth curved into a tipped crescent moon, show-and-tell triumph somehow twisted into a wet question mark.
The rocking stops. She stands up swiftly, like a reflex, shedding me from her lap. I wait, thinking she will come back.
... She does not return."
Adoptees are like other children in some ways, and unlike other children in some ways.
Like other children, we ask questions. Like other children, we hear the answers. As children, we take our cues from our parents. When we bring up sensitive issues (sensitive to us, sensitive to parents, family, society) we do understand body language, we do notice hesitation or discomfort, we do hear tones and words that convey anger, hurt, or disgust. And on the other side, we also hear love, comfort, easy flow of language; we see smiles, feel hugs.
Unlike other children, we have questions about our histories that aren't the same histories as our parents. We can enjoy and cherish the history and people we claim by law and name (through adoption) but we also have a history and people we claim by birth. No matter what age we join our adoptive families, even as newborns, we come with a genetic, ethnic/cultural, and biological history that remains uniquely our own.
If you negate that history, ignore it, or change it with your own perceptions, you deprive your child of something that belongs to her/him.
It's important to take cues from your child. At the beginning, the adoption story is the parents' story (the whys and hows of the adoption journey) - but at some point, different for each child, the child starts to take ownership and parents have to *relinquish* the child's part to him/her.
It's also important for adoptive parents (like ALL parents) to take notice of their child's learning style (visual? auditory? role playing? etc.) and offer opportunities for the child to take over the story and/or ask questions in that context. It's not easy and it's not always comfortable to walk the very fine line between bringing it up too often or not often enough, between asking too many or too few questions about the child's feelings.
Why some adopted children don't talk to their parents about having been adopted:
- don't know they can
- 'sense' it's uncomfortable
- hear negative words/tones in adoption story
- control issues - parents try to direct the story
- openly negative reaction to bringing it up
- parents don't talk... children follow parents' lead
- overkill - parents talk about it all the time
How do you keep an open dialog in your family? How has the telling of the story changed over time with your child's participation? How would you help another family get started?
hi,
we're new at this parenting thing and dd isn't saying much (she's 14 months old, placed with us at 2 days old). we're in a very open adoption (phone calls, visit this summer, tons of photos, family is called grandpa, etc).
we decided that we just needed to make it part of our normal family existence. So family photos include everyone, including many of bfamilies. we have a small photobook just for dd that has all the family members in it and we look at it a lot and go thru all the names. Each photo has the family member holding dd, and includes "beda" and "bema" plus assorted grandparents and aunts, cousins,etc.
just this morning I looked at dd and she looked exactly like her bmom. I just smiled, said to her "right now you look just like bema" and gave her a kiss.
I figure that we'll try and keep it open, provide opportunities for discussion, but also opportunities to not discuss it if she doesn't want to. we tell her adoption story to her on occasion, not too often, and we'll see what she thinks. As she gets older she may want to hear the story more. We do read books that have to do with adoption, and discuss how her story is a bit different. Anyway, it all depends on dd and hopefully we can read what she needs-fingers crossed! I'll also encourage her bfamilies to discuss it too, and hopefully she'll have access to the answers she needs.
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We adopted internationally two children, one 3.2 years, one only 5 months. I really thought that my 3 year old would be asking more questions. Would be more interested in why he was in the orphanage and what took us so long to come and get him.
We look at the lifebook and photo albums together, and he kind of knows where Russia is on the globe that we look at. He knows that he had another language, another name, another life, but it is always me that references it.
I do wonder if he will ever be more interested. Either way, I will keep him informed of his early life and I will tell his sister about her too when she's a bit older.
Christina
I started telling DD her life story long before she could understand it--in part so I would get comfortable telling it.
Now that she's older she asks to hear it. She especially loves the part where she threw up on papa in the car driving from the orphanage to the hotel. I try to back the story up to talk about her birth parents.
Because she's from India, we talk about India a lot. She's noticed for a while that she's brown and we're pink and asks about that. We explain she looks like her birth parents (aye and babba -- the Marathi words for mother and father) and that most people in India are brown.
She also knows why she was brought to the orphanage (or at least she knows what we were told) and why her bparents couldn't raise her. Now that I've been telling the story for a while she chimes in and says things (like "the man driving the car was worried that the throw up would get on the Mercedes") and I chime in with "Yes, but Mama was clever and remembered to bring towels!" :D