I’ve spent most of the day in my pajamas, typing up and printing documents for our dossier, as well as reading things both in books and on the internet that relate to transracial adoption. There are plenty of proponents and as well as naysayers, plenty who would magnify the difficulties and plenty that would just sweep them under the rug. But I feel that it’s a point that should be talked about, that we intend to talk about with our daughter as she becomes more aware of what it means to be black in America. It would be nice if it didn’t matter, if the pat statements from relatives about it not mattering what color the child is would be true, but despite the fact that we as a nation elected a black man to the highest office in the land, we still have a long way to go. It does matter what color our daughter is. People will see the color of her skin before she ever opens her mouth, and plenty of them will make assumptions without seeing or hearing anything else. It’s unfortunate, but true.
One of the things I really appreciate about our adoption agency is not only their recognition that these things are true, but also that they are committed to preparing us as parents for this. In addition to the resources and recommended reading on the website, we also have homework in which we answer questions about race, some of which I never would have thought to ask myself. It has been both eye-opening and challenging. Because we are adopting from Ethiopia, our world will be opened up in ways that we never anticipated. I think this is a good thing; by endeavoring to be the best parents we can be to Magnolia, we will become better people. At least, I hope we will.