We are Ruining Lives (Archive)

From the ARCHIVE:

This post has been on my mind all week!  I feel like I've had to explain this story at least 50 times in the past few days so I thought it would be nice to get a reminder of how my family and I are single handedly making people questions their morality.  We are like the real life "What would you do?"  Only, once we leave there is no one there to tell you that everything is okay and that the crazy white lady storming out with a black baby is actually the child's mother.

I think we should get a kick back from the therapists in the area for all the cliental we will be sending them.

Enjoy!

Having an adopted child tends to be challenging at best.  Then, have an adopted child that stands out like a sore thumb.  It tends to be well…confusing.  But I didn't realize how difficult it could be until recently.  My youngest and adopted child has been the sweetest most beautiful baby angel there ever was!  I'm so blessed to have her.  All she ever wants is to be snuggled and to play with her siblings.  Best Child EVER!  

Then she turned two.

My angel is now... a MONSTER!!  That might be a little harsh.  But really, she's out of control!  She throws fits in public, She refuses to follow me and the kids when walking through any store, she goes so far as to yell 'No!' then runs in the opposite direction.  This is a challenge for any regular mother and any average child.  In fact, I would say that this behavior is textbook for the terrible two.  The constant bipolar temperament makes me think this is nothing more then the "testing" time that every healthy and normal child must go through in order to be a well adjusted adult.  Unfortunatly for me, this comes with a whole ball of wax that most mom's never have to go through.  

For one, I look like this:

this is a super great picture, btw

 And my daughter, my precious baby angel turns psychotic maniac, looks like this:

my doll face

See how this might be a problem if say, you are trying to get out of target on a busy Saturday shopping spree and your precious angel/maniac decides to not listen to you?  Let me set the stage for those of you that aren't picking up what I'm laying down.

Int. Target:

It is the hustle and bustle of back to school shopping.  Enter a white mother with black child.  The pair do their shopping in considerable peace getting just a few things.  Black child sees a toy and decides that she will not leave without it.

Mother: Okay, that's enough playing honey.  It's time to go.

child: NO!

Mother: What did you say?

Child: NO!

Mother: It is time to go.  Don't make me tell you again.

Child starts crying.

Mother: One… Two…

Child: No smack!  

Mother: If you don't listen you get a spanking.

Child: No!! 

Mother is flabbergasted as the child takes off like a bat out of hell down the aisle in target, away from the people who already saw the exchange (of course) and runs up to the nearest stranger asking desperately to be picked up.  

Stranger unsure what to do sees an angry white women approach her and instinctually picks up the child.

Stranger: Is she yours?

Mother: Oh, yeah.  she's mine.

Stranger reluctantly passes the child over to the mother.  Mother takes the kids and starts berating child in a hushed voice.

Stranger now spends the rest of her life wondering if she did the right thing.  If the child was really sent with her mother or if that terrible white women was going to take that child and sell it on the black market.

End scene 

Fortunately, most of the time I have all three of the kids and I have less of a difficulty trying to get the kids out of the store. Mostly because my other kids are calling for their sister as much as I am.  So, I'm either really good at kidnapping because I teach the other kids I have stolen to call for each other, or I am really her mother.

Although, I will have to say, I am glad that people stop me and ask for clarification.  Because I would hate to think that any of my children are screaming bloody murder just to be kidnapped anyway because nobody wanted to cause waves for the kidnapper.  I am glad that people make a point of clarifying the otherwise terrible faith of my child.

But what am I supposed to do?  Pull out her birth certificate and adoption papers?  All those people who are trying to clear me as the child's mother basically just have to take my word for it.  But what if I was really stealing her?  If someone asked me if she was mine, of course, I would say yes.  

See how this can get really confusing.  So my child and I are ruining lives everyday causing insurmountable amounts of people to second guess themselves and to always ask if they did the right thing.

Don't even get me started if my husband tries to take her somewhere.  Ahh, the joys of a blended family!

Antenella