Wednesday was the one year anniversary of our “Sprattacular Day” when Shane adopted Payton.
If you need to catch yourself up to speed… read this article.
As the date was approaching I had a vast variety of ways I thought we could/should celebrate…
Here were some of the things I came up with…
Throw a little party – I have heard of people having Gotcha Parties, I guess it is along those lines.
Make a fancy/special dinner
Hang a special banner
Go on an adventure as a family
Just think kid birthday party… the list is endless
In the end we settled on take out from Panda Express (Payton’s favorite) and ice cream sandwiches (they were already in the freezer).
Celebrating the adoption provoked many questions for me and I was overwhelmed with different emotions.
Will celebrating the day make him feel different or special?
Will it be a reminder to him, as well as his siblings, that his Spratt heritage is not the same?
Will it remind him that one man walked out on him?
Will it remind him that one man stepped in for him?
Will his siblings grow to resent that he gets an extra celebration day each year?
I went to bed thinking heavily about the adoption, our story, and my boy’s heart. I just kept focusing on wanting to handle this the best I can. I even googled some adoption celebration ideas.
By the way… There are so many wonderful families that have journeyed down the road of adoption and it is such a beautiful thing. Keep up the good work!
But there was one other thing that kept standing out to me… #adoption and #adoptionrocks. Now that I have had a small taste of knitting a family together in an unconventional manner, I can’t help but to wonder why so often there is a need to broadcast that decision in almost every social media photo?
Hear me when I say this… I am in no way saying that the adoption should be hushed. I am just concerned for how all this will make the child feel in the long run.
I wonder how Payton would feel if we hashtagged all the photos of him and
Shane his dad.
To further my credibility on this topic, you should know… we took in a 17 year old girl five years ago. Our sweet Marilyn was never officially adopted, but she is one of us. I know it would have hurt her if we would have hashtagged everything like she was some lovely christian project that we wanted the world to know we were working on.
So, I have to ask… why does a family dinner, playtime at a park or even the holidays have to be marked with #adoptionrocks?
When that child is old enough to have their own social media accounts, don’t you think they will wonder why after being part of the family for years they were still
marked #hashtagged as different?
At what point is your adopted child, simply your child?
Now before you get all crazy on me…
I still think the hashtag is a great thing when you are
1. promoting adoption
2. sharing a piece of your adoption story
3. are still in the transition phase
4. acknowledging the actual adoption date (maybe)
I know many of you are going to think that our adoption experiences are different or they don’t count. Yes, you are right they are different, but there are still many similar issues…
– it was a long hard road to get there
– there were strangers trying to coexist
– love was a choice
– there was a waiting period and a battle
– there were many investments made
Here’s the deal… March 9th will come and go every year and I am sure that it will feel a bit different to every one of us each time it does… and we will probably celebrate/acknowledge the day each year accordingly, just as other adoptive families will uniquely acknowledge their special day.
But there is one thing that I will not waver on or debate is truth. When Payton has questions, we answer them.
Adopted children should know their truth and it should be part of their “normal.” However, these conversations and this sort of truth is something that should be intimate with the child, not just projected to the world as a way of boasting your great Christian endeavor.
Please trust that my heart is for my Payton and all other adopted children to feel loved, accepted, and one of the pack.
I would love to know what adoptive families have to say about this.
Even more so…I am dying to hear from anyone who has been adopted.
***On April 16, 2016 the title of this post was changed as it was misleading and taken offensively. My hope is that people will now read past the title and engage in deep conversations.
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