
Dr. Dixie van de Flier Davis
Four Years
He’d been waiting in foster care for four years. Waiting since he was nine years old.
Four long years – ages 9-12.
- * Other kids were taking music lessons and family vacations.
- * That’s the time it takes a child to grow about 8”. Was someone there to mark
his growth on the frame of the closet door? To take photographs? - * In those four years a child in foster care completes grades four through
seven without a mom or dad to attend parent child conferences. - * Those are the years when kids need a good orthodontist.
- * That’s 1,460 days to be a child alone in the world.
- * Twenty-eight national holidays and four birthdays came and went.
When a boy is nine… ten…eleven …and twelve he needs his own family.
Count them – 48 months.
Four years!
By comparison — In the same four years I:
- * Read about 200 books;
- * Watched dozens of good movies;
- * Took vacations with my family;
- * Celebrated holidays and birthdays with people I care about;
- * Loved and felt loved back;
- * Worked 8,320 hours or more; and
- * Counted 1,496 other adoptions…..but not his.
Today I got a lump in my throat when I heard that at last a family has claimed him.
Four years is such a long time.
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They’re Our Children
Because of her experiences as an adoption professional and an adoptive parent, Paula recently commented, “I know that families cannot do what they need to do without a community of support. We are all in this together! Nothing is more life-changing or more meaningful!”
At the Rhode Island Adoption Exchange, Darlene Allen says, “We believe that everyone has something to give to a child. For some, providing [hope] may be in the form of a guitar lesson, or an art class. For others it may mean tutoring, visiting, or hosting an adoption event. For some, it means opening your heart and home to a child, and for still others it will mean supporting the work necessary to find that family for one child.”
The children in foster care don’t belong to the government. They are ours. Yours and mine.
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Changing The World
Faye keeps a magnet on her refrigerator door that reads:
One hundred years from now, it won’t matter what kind of house I lived in, what kind of car I drove, or how much money I had in my bank account, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.
It doesn’t take much to be important to a child:
You’ll find Faye at work in our office at least five days a week, along with the rest of our staff. Recently she said, “If I do my part to findhomes for waiting children, the world will be better, one child at a time.”
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An Untitled Poem
Some say that what you see is what you get. Adoptive mom, Vicki Krausz* said it better than that in a poem she allowed us to print in our 25th Anniversary book.
I couldn’t look in your face
And find mine.
I couldn’t see your toes, or ears,
Or smile and note a resemblance.
I couldn’t look at your hair
And remember mine as a child.
In order to love you,
I had to look past all of that,
Directly into your heart.
*Vicki and her husband, Steve, founded and run the Jewish Children’s Adoption Network (JCAN).
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Life Is Full of Endings
That’s where beginnings start.
We don’t like letting go. But poets and philosophers tell us that “every door that closes allows another door to open into new freedom” (Laurel Elizabeth Keyes).
Adoptive parents tell us that their children have to let go of the hurts and anger in order to move forward toward trusting relationships.
Their parents learn to let go of their own expectations and dreams in order to love the children just as they are.
“Every time we grow to a new understanding, we die a little to the old. So life becomes many deaths, the closing of many doors.
The wise person is one who walks through each new doorway to a new life, letting the old one close behind without regret, or despair, or clinging hold.
Close the door softly as you go.”
Do you have experiences with endings and beginnings to share?
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Some Old Notes
As happens every year at about this time, I have been doing some cleaning up in my office. There are notes on pieces of paper in every size and color. Some have bright yellow highlight to remind me of things I must do. I see the phone number of a retired colleague that I’d like to stay in touch with. And I found a punch line for what was probably a good joke.
There is a stack of stuff that needs immediate attention (so why does it get bigger and not smaller?). And a stack of stuff that might come in useful.
Some notes are well organized. Most aren’t.
As I file things away, I come across a provocative item from another year. Tucked away in a binder, it stopped me in my tracks today. It is a sort of diary on half a page, with two dated entries. The first is rather descriptive. The other – well, it’s short.
Foster parents heard The Adoption Exchange was having an adoption party. So instead of sending Jeremye with his caseworker, they brought their foster son to the party themselves.
We hadn’t known eight-year-old Jeremye was coming to the party. But there he was!
“We want to find someone who will take Jeremye home and adopt him. He’s a good kid. If we could get him on Oprah, I’m sure he’d have a family just like that!” Jeremye’s foster dad snapped his fingers to make his point.
The foster parents exchanged phone numbers with all interested persons, invited them over to visit, and clearly meant business.
As they were leaving the party I watched Jeremye turn to his foster mom and say, “How’d I do? Did I do okay today?”
Oh, I want that little party crasher to have a chance! I want him to have a family.
Caseworkers quit trying for Jeremye.
Quit trying?! That couldn’t happen today, could it? Somebody please tell me that wouldn’t – couldn’t – happen in 2010.
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What Does a Monster Truck Have To Do With Adoption?
I don’t know much about “monster trucks.” But Cassidy does. And so does Bill.
Today’s guest blogger is Bill Williams, NM Program Director. This is what he said:
One of the biggest events of The Adoption Exchange in New Mexico is our annual Night at the Races to say “thank you, you are important to us” to any foster or adoptive child and their family in the state. They are treated to a night at the races, with monster truck rides, jumpers, and clowns painting faces. Click here for full details.
This year we are hoping to have over 200 individuals taking a turn in the monster truck. And of course they’ll be cheering for their favorite race car.

Night at the Races scheduled for July 17, 2010 at Sandia Motor Speedway
We know we are making a little difference for a child when a child comes up and requests something. Last weekend at another event, Cassidy asked if she could have a big poster for Night at the Races. I asked if it was for the information for her foster parent to bring her.
She quickly replied, “No, I had so much fun last year I wanted to have the pictures to cut out for my life book. I didn’t have a camera and you have pictures of the monster truck.”
This reminds me to be taking more pictures of the activities this year, and I’ll see to it that Cassidy will end up with copies.
It also reminds me that Cassidy deserves family photos and videos with the hugs and laughs that that accompany them, not explaining her life book to another foster home.
Click here to get a glimpse of Cassidy.
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No Shoulda Woulda Coulda
This winter gold medalist, Scott Hamilton was asked by an ice skating Olympian competitor how he stayed at the top of the competition from one year to the next.
Hamilton’s answer was “Focus every single day. You have to be determined that there will be no shoulda done this or woulda done that or coulda maybe done something else. You have to do absolutely everything you know to do every single day without fail.”
For twenty-seven years everyone connected with The Adoption Exchange has done their very, very best every day, evenings and weekends.
Some years are easier than others. But that isn’t the point.
Nothing less than that is good enough for the children and their families.
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Extended Family
My mother’s youngest sister was living in our home before I was born. We didn’t give a name to the arrangement, but in my heart this aunt has always been my big sister.
Indian child welfare wisdom encourages us to recognize customary adoption* and other legal options that create permanent and safe family bonds without terminating all legal rights of birth parents.
In 2010 the adoption community is treating this as a new discovery, though the established Indian culture has endorsed it for many generations.
There are lots of families of many ethnicities who do this. Some have arrived at formal guardianship arrangements. Sometimes the families simply do it themselves, without arrangements ceremonially established by a tribe or government leader. Aunts and uncles step forward to help raise children who are victims of parental neglect, dug misuse, or incarceration of their parents.
Sometimes close friends of the family who feel like relatives are the ones who step forward to raise the children – as their own, but without denying the ties to birth family.
Many people in their fifties and sixties are raising their grandchildren. A recent news article reported 6,000 such families in Montana alone.
According to the Chicago Tribune, 4.7 million children in the United States were being raised in households headed by their grandparents.
Customary adoption? Modification of parental rights? Co-parenting? I don’t care what we call it. I just think we should allow for cultural and legal avenues that encourage us to do whatever the children need for us to do.
*According to Terry Cross, Executive Director of the National Indian Child Welfare Association, customary adoption “means a traditional tribal practice recognized by the community which gives a child a permanent parent-child relationship with someone other than the child’s birth parent.” www.nicwa.org
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Every Adoption Journey Began With Loss
Adoption itself isn’t sad. But the circumstances that lead to the need for it break our hearts.
Like all changes in life, the process isn’t without pain and loss. As adoptive parents come to love their child and are confronted with the devastating consequences of that child’s losses, they are haunted. “I wish I had been there to be his parent in those first years. I wish I could have protected him from all of those experiences that left these scars.”
Suzanne recently looked back over her years as an adoptive mom. This is what she said:
Out of deep sorrow came my greatest joy. I have been enriched immeasurably by each child and his or her special place in our family. I have had to repeat the Serenity Prayer more times than I can count while adjusting my expectations to accommodate for reality. Meeting challenges far beyond anything I could have imagined are mostly responsible for my many wrinkles and high blood pressure.
Yet I love being the mother of a multi-cultural family and know that I would be missing something very special if all of them had inherited my genes and looked like me.
I am a better person for taking this fork in the road when I was only 22 and adopted for the first time. It was the beginning of an unexpected and amazing journey.
When we let it, adoption transforms every one of us who is involved.
Kenni was eleven when she was adopted after years of neglect that often left her without food or a warm place to sleep. She was left alone for long periods and felt the only one who cared about her was her dog. She said, “I now know that a Mother and a Father are not [people] who give birth to you – it is someone who loves you and takes care of you.”
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