Now that I’m done being the flavor of the week, the most interesting news around here is that the Brussels Sprouts and Broccoli have sprouted! (They’re from the same plant family, so it’s nut too surprising they’d be first together.)This is our first year growing the garden from seed (you can expect to read about it in Kiwi next spring) and we have four little grow shelves of seeds. We planted over the weekend, and they’ve been getting very dry under the lights, so tonight I thought we’d put their little clear plastic covers on to keep the moisture in–and there they were, four little tiny sprouts, giving me hope for the rest. Frankly I was doubting. I don’t know why–why wouldn’t they grow? but the whole thing looked rather arid. It’s nice to see the green. We put the covers on anyway, though.
And–in response to someone who commented yesterday (and I am very happy here with my 5 comments, as opposed to the, um, 700 over on Slate–NPR offered to link to this blog today, and I was all NO! NON ONO! and they didn’t)–I don’t think I’m harming any of the kids. They were here, after all, Rory included, and they KNOW we had a rough summer. It’s not like she didn’t notice being taken from her foster home, where she was petted and beloved, and being given to us, where petting and snuggling tended to alternate with being frustrated by her tantrums and anger. And she knows she’s loved now–there’s no doubt. She’s settled in, and we’ve settled in. I also don’t think talking about a difficult adjustment–and really, we had an easy adjustment, relatively speaking–my point was that a lot of adjustments are difficult, and that there are many, many different places between perfection and Torry Hansen where most of us spend some time. So, I disagree. No harm done to any of my four–I’ll make sure they’re well aware that this, and anything else I write, is out there. No surprises. And no harm to other adoptive families–at least, not that I can see. The more light we shine on our experiences, the less likely people are to over-react to things like what happened this week. I’m not sure what to say to the idea that Rory failed to fulfil my mother-fantasies, other than to smile and nod vaguely. Ok, whatever you say on that one.
My all time favorite comment on the week came early on, on Slate, from a lovely guy who said, lady, if your kids wind up on the couch, it’s going to be because you’re a narcissistic drama queen, not because of adoption. Well, yeah, that sounds about right. I mean, you know it’s going to be SOMETHING.
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