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Hooray!

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After all my stressing out and feeling badly...

I got a very nice email from Erin, and it turns out that she does not despise me and in fact thinks that I am right about some things! 

(The relief I felt with that email makes me perhaps a bit pathetic.  Hey, I'll own up to that.)

Still.

I've been thinking about how people approach adoption, perhaps from infertility, perhaps with a particular faith background, or with no specific faith.  I've been thinking about what it means to people to talk about "God's will" or "being called" or even to feel like their paths have been guided by something other than themselves (god or not).  I've been thinking about people who experience kind of a "coming around" to the idea of adoption.

I've been thinking that perhaps I need to be more more flexible and forgiving about my own interpretation of people's motives, and of the possibility of God's work in their lives (whatever their faith).

Except for adoptive parents who are clearly nuts. 

Like those who lie to pregnant women considering adoption, with no intention to work on openness, who think their behavior is okay because it's God's will for them to adopt that baby.  Or those who are angry with the government of China because referrals are taking too long and China owes them a baby because God called them to adopt.

If you're one of those people, then all bets are off, and I'm gonna be all judge-y.  Judge, judge, judge!

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This picture was taken almost exactly one year ago, in the same orchard where the last picture was taken.  Here's a little confession:  When we go to the orchard, I try to dress the boys in outfits that sort of match or compliment each other, because I think it looks nicer in pictures.  If you look back at the last picture, you'll see the red and green going on.  You know, for the Christmas picture.  Plus, it looks nice with the apples and the leaves and stuff.

Called to Adopt, Revisited

So.

I need to write about this again.

After I wrote the original post, I got a few comments and emails which made me think I may need to revise what I said. 

Then yesterday I saw that the lady who wrote the post on another blog that got me thinking again about this topic really didn't like my post.  It was included in a post about things that make her angry alongside adoptive parents who treat first families inconsiderately.  In fact, unfortunately, I am among Those People who make others think, "And she calls herself a Christian!"

Ouch.  Ouch, ouch, ouch.

So, apparently, I need to rethink this.  Several people whose opinions I respect think I'm a bit off my rocker over here. 

At first I wanted to just stop blogging completely!  Disappear!  I was (and am) embarrassed and hurt.  But I started blogging because I wanted discussion and interaction on topics that are important to me, and that includes when other people don't agree with me or even when they are angry with me. 

I thought about taking the post down.  But I wrote it.  I can't unsay what I said.

I thought about writing another post to try to explain myself better.  (I wonder if maybe there is some question about what "calling" means, or what "God's will" means.)  But I'm afraid I might dig myself deeper into a hole.

For now, I'll just say that my intention was not to say that adoption can't be a calling from God unless you hate the idea.  I know that people definitely find joy in following a true call from God.  My issue is with people who confuse their own strong desire with a calling.  Not that they are mutually exclusive, but often they are not the same thing.

I also want to apologize to those I may have offended who didn't say anything.  Thanks for your patience.  I apologized to the original post author, and I will remove the link to her blog from the post.

I'm trying to just...  think...  and to be willing to change my attitude or opinions.  I'm not sure if I'll write about it again after some thinking time, or just let it go.

Kids Are Loud

I love being with my kids.  I really, really do.  But, damn, they're so loud!  I think that's maybe one of the hardest things about the daily nitty-gritty pre-schooler parenting for me.  The noise is constant.

Unless we deliberately seperate them (one parent to one kid) the boys MUST play together, and invariably this involves loud voices (at the minimum) or yelling and running with someone crying briefly every ten minutes or so (pretty often).

They rarely play with different toys in the same room.  I think Pumpkin would, but Sparkle wants to be involved with whatever Pumpkin is doing, and it's very hard to distract him from that.  It almost can't be done without actually moving Sparkle to a different room.  For the most part, they play together pretty well.  They clearly enjoy each other's company.  But I don't understand why individually they could each play quietly (or relatively quietly) with some game or toy, but they can't play quietly with each other.  Does that make sense?  There are great toys in our playroom that almost never get used because the boys are so often together, and they are usually chasing balls or racing cars or wrestling.

Is it because they're such boy-ish boys?  Is it because they're so close in age?  Is it because Sparkle has more trouble playing by himself without being distracted?  Is it a competition thing between the two of them that requires so much rough-housing and yelling?

I don't know what the cause is, but, man, it's exhausting.

I hate that the noise makes me feel impatient with them.  I'm at work during business hours four days a week, and you would think that would be enough of a "break" from the noise.  (Happily, there is very rarely yelling and rough-housing at my place of employment!)  But some days I can feel my own voice getting tense and loud after about 15 minutes at home.  I wish I could explain to them that if they would cut the decibel level by 25%, my patience would last about 100% longer. 

Is This Bad?

Is it bad if my three year old puts his fist to his mouth like he's holding a microphone and says, "West coast, east coast...  Get ready for Naaaa-aaaas!"

Also, should I worry if my four year old throws both of his (closed) fists in the air and yells, "Double... deuce!" (a la Strongbad)?

Oh man...  This is embarrassing.

Called to Adopt?

I'm a little skeptical when I hear people say they were called by God to adopt their child.  Maybe that's unfair, but it bothers me.  Actually, I'm a little skeptical when people claim to know God's will in general.  Again with the unfairness, but hear me out for a minute.

I'm definitely not a Biblical scholar, but it seems to me that when God called people to a task, it was almost always something that was physically and emotionally difficult (if not actually impossible without God's help). 

Here are a few examples:

Abraham was called by God to sacrifice (to literally physically sacrifice) his son Isaac, his only heir, on an alter.

Moses was called by God to tell Pharoah to let the Israelite slaves leave Egypt, though he had a stuttering problem.

Mary was called by God to carry and raise Jesus, though she would face ridicule, divorce, and very possibly even death by stoning.

An un-named rich man was called by Jesus to give everything he had to the poor and follow Him.

The twelve disciples were called by Jesus to leave their homes, families, and livelihood to follow Him.  (Literally, Jesus told them "leave your nets and follow me."  Not even "put your affairs in order, let your wife know that you're leaving, find someone to subsititute for you at work, and then come follow me" just "leave your nets, drop everything, and follow me.")  Most of the disciples ended up being martyred for their faith, if I remember correctly.

Maybe I'm forgetting someone, but I don't remember any Bible characters who were called by God to do anything to which they immediately responded, "Fabulous idea, God!  Why, I was hoping you'd say that!"

What have you heard people say they were called by God to do?  Just off the top of my head, I've known people who believed they were called by God to sell their home and buy a bigger one, to leave a church when they were offended by the decisions of a church leader, and to get married in spite of the reservations of family members.  I don't know, maybe God did call them to those things.  Honestly though, in the specific situations I'm thinking of, I kind of doubt it.  But it's hard to disagree with the "God called me" argument.  Pretty much your response has to be, "Well, I suppose if God called you, it must be right."  But what I really think is that they wanted to do it anyway, and convinced themselves that God called them.

What seems more likely (and this is a true possibility, and one that I can respect) is that sometimes people want something, they ask God for it, and He says, "Yes."  Or, even, people want something, and they make it happen without necessarily feeling like they need God's opinion about the matter.  But to me, that's very different from a calling.

So, back to adoption...

Most of the time, adopting and raising a child is not a sacrifice on the part of adoptive parents.

Take our family for example.  Was adopting our kids something that would not have had the ability to do if not for God's calling? Was it a hardship in any way for us to bring two gorgeous, healthy babies into our family?  Nope.  We wanted to adopt, we wanted children, we cried out to God that we wanted to adopt a baby (well, I don't know that Beloved actually cried, but I did).  And (I believe) He said, "Yes."  In His grace and goodness, He said "Yes."  (Okay, and now I'm using all kinds of "Christian-y" words, so I'll back off on that.)

Just because we ended up with a wonderful family does not mean that it was His will for our children (or any children) to lose their first families.  It is not God's will for expecting mothers to be forced to choose not to parent, or for poverty and disease to wound families to the point that they cannot care for their children.  I've talked about this before, and I still feel very strongly about it.

And also, while I'm at it, I'll add that I don't think infertility is necessarily a call to adopt.  Not that infertility isn't difficult and unfair.  Of course it is.  But maybe infertility doesn't mean much.  Maybe it's just that something about a person's body doesn't work right, because sometimes that happens.  Just because an individual or couple is infertile doesn't mean it's God will for them to be childless, but neither does it mean it's His will for them to adopt.  I think infertility just is what it is, and if an infertile family still wants to parent a child, then they might adopt, or they might not.  And it has very little to do with God's will (most of the time).

Obviously, I'm generalizing here.  There are some adoptive parents whom I trust when they say they were called to adopt, and even to adopt specific children.  But I know those people well, and I know they are listening, really listening, for God's calling in every area of their lives, not just in family-building.

This is sounding like a rant now, so I better wrap it up.  Mostly I'm just frustrated by adoptive parents who are not willing to honestly evaluate their motives and decision-making.  If you want to adopt, fine.  But please don't try to make it sound like nothing should stand in your way because God is on your side, especially if you're not willing to do your best to make sure everything about your adoption is done as ethically as possible.

Christmas is Coming

This is the time of year when I start trying to get a good picture of the boys together.  You know, a picture that will look nice on a Christmas card.  I have to start way early because most of them turn out like this:

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Vacuum Cleaners?

Um, I'm still officially taking a blogging break, but I have a question for you!

We have some new carpet now, so the flooring is about 1/3 tile and 2/3 carpeting.  Currently we have a used (possibly refirbished, but probably just used) Hoover vacuum that we bought for $89 over eight years ago.  We literally threw it in the moving truck on our way out of town, driving to our first home in Washington.  It's heavy and awkward and old, doesn't work well on the tile, and we can't find the right bags for it any more. 

We need a new vacuum cleaner.

I've looked at online reviews and they're kind of confusing.  Some say Dysons are the best (the BEST! and ONLY! vacuum you should own!), but others say you can get just as good a vacuum for less money.

So...  what do you use?  Do you have a great or horrible vacuum cleaner?  What do you think of buying refirbished vacuums?  Any advice for me?

Quick, the dust is being ground into the carpet as we speak!

Yep, Still Crazy Busy

Beloved arrived home late last night from a trip to Washington D.C.  (Have I mentioned how much I hate it when he's gone? Yes, I'm sure I have.  And, yes, I still hate it.)  We've had less than 12 hours of recovery time, but we're all headed off to a conference I need to attend.  At least when I travel for work, my family can often come with me, stay in the hotel, swim, and see the sights.  Still, we would rather all be home now.  One or all of us has been traveling almost continuously for several weeks now.

So, picture posts!  They're the most fun anyway...

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Here's a "pear with a butt!" that we found at the grocery store which Sparkle thought was hilarious.  Four-year-old humor, I guess.  The other pictures are also from our trip to Minnesota.  Pumpkin got that football jersey as a hand-me-down from one of my much-younger cousins.  It probably won't fit him for a least a year, but once he saw it, he had to wear it.  For about three days straight.  The last picture of Sparkle cracks me up because that's exactly how my dad, his adored Grandpa, sits-- arms and legs crossed, thoughtful look, often tapping his beard or lips. 

Okay, It's Official: Blogging Break in Progress

And still, things are crazy.  I was hoping to get back to blogging more regularly, but then we had a change of schedule with some carpet installation, and now the computer I usually use has been dismantled for the four days.  (A desktop!  I know!  How primitive!) 

Now that the carpet is partially installed, I have a major urge to run out a buy rugs. 

Rugs!  Must cover up the new carpet to prevent major damage within days due to crazy boys who spill things! 

There must be a real subconscious connection between toddlers and new flooring, because I've found them carrying things around that they normally wouldn't.  Like muddy shoes and pudding.  And they seem to have a great compulsion to run immediately to the living room after coming in from outside and literally roll around on the floor.  What the heck is up with that?

Besides the computer being dismantled, the whole office and part of the upstairs is torn apart, and everything from those rooms is now in the playroom and our bedroom.  So until the house is put back together, I'm going to officially pause the blog.  Hopefully I'll be able to catch up on reading and commenting.  I'll be back in a few days!

Crazy Life, With Pictures

Crazy.  Life is crazy.  Nuts.  Out of control.  Mayhem for sure.

But we're having fun!

We've been to Grandma and Grandpa's house, and there is no better place on earth for little boys to play!

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