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Overthinking fundraising

6.21.12

Fundraising.

Just the word can give me the chills. I picture overpriced wrapping paper and pizza kits, going door to door and begging family friends to help me go on my choir trip or get new softball uniforms.

Years later, I don’t really remember who bought the candy bars or candles or pizza kits I was selling though I remember where they got me.

But, raising funds—terms with a whole lot less chill factor, in my opinion—for an adoption is entirely different.

A private domestic adoption may cost around $20,000. An international adoption costs a whole lot more than that–$10,000-$25,000 more than that. I have a friend who spent $60,000 to bring their daughter home. There are simply not a lot of families who have that kind of money at their fingertips.

Enter…raising funds.

And, enter criticism.

If you can’t afford to adopt, you shouldn’t be doing it. You shouldn’t use a child to play on people’s sympathies to give you money. If you wouldn’t fundraise to buy a house or your car, you shouldn’t do it for an adoption either.

But, see, a child isn’t a house or a car. And, not having $20,000-$45,000 in a savings account doesn’t disqualify you as a good parent—thankfully. And, actually, I’d venture to say that most families raising funds for their adoptions are not standing on street corners with cans and a picture of a malnourished child wearing a tent sign saying, “Help bring my baby home.”

I give families raising funds for adoptions a lot of respect. Everywhere I go online, I’m finding families who have designed and are selling great t-shirts to raise funds. I’m finding moms who have learned a craft and are working hard when all is quiet in their homes at night to make them and list them online. I’m finding parents writing books, threading needles, making jewelry (and more and more jewelry), selling coffee, teaching a skill–in this case, Chinese!, becoming artists, selling items through The Sparrow Fund (there’s a program for fundraising families), gathering unwanted stuff to sell at massive yard sales, hosting giveaways for Kindle Fires, putting together big ole raffles, doing their best to somehow get closer to that money needed to grow their families through adoption.

And, I’m finding God providing.

These families aren’t playing on my sympathies and making me say, “Fine, already, take my money!” Instead, I’m saying, “I want to be a part of that family’s story. I want to play a part—albeit a small part—of God’s provision for that family.”

I read a post not long ago written by an adult adoptee criticizing adoption fundraising, criticizing adoption itself in a lot of ways. At one point, the author wrote specifically about fundraising with this:

Is it really so hard to see how that [fundraising] is using the child, your future child, for personal gain? Do what you have to do, but is doing it at the expense of your child’s privacy, and well-being, really how you want to begin your new family? What will it teach your child? Will it teach them that when you want something bad enough, it is acceptable to play on the compassion and sympathy of others to get what you want?

Is that really how parents want to begin their new families?

Yes.

What will it teach their children?

It will teach their children that they did all they could to bring them home. It will teach their children that their being a part of their families was not a mistake. Families will recall to their children the late nights, the thank-you notes, the clicking away on the computer. And, they will tell their children how God provided through people—people who shopped with purpose and people who gave with purpose.

Count me in.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption

Searching

6.1.12

With Mark’s return from China has come a lot of questions from our oldest daughter.

Some questions that I can answer; and many I cannot. Questions about Lydia and her first family. Why questions, who are they questions, what do they look like, where do they live. Questions about the details of Lydia’s story.

“Do you think she’ll remember China and be able to tell us about it and her first family when she’s a little bit older?”

“No, honey, I don’t think so. She was too young to remember it.”

. . .

And, then she cried. She cried.

I’m not sure why it made her so sad except for the reasons it makes me sad too.

There is so much we just don’t know. I want to know, but I likely never will despite my efforts to learn more and find someone who knows something more.

I read an article today. A young college girl who was adopted from China as an infant is in China now searching for her foster family and her birth family–she’s now already found her foster family from 20 years ago. She’s gotten a lot of media attention there for her efforts. And lots of different reactions. Some support her searching and encourage her. Others like 鱼不离水 think otherwise: “I advise that you stop trying to find your birth parents. I believe that they don’t have nearly the compassion and broadmindedness of your adopted mother, or else why would they have abandoned you in the first place? Even if you find them, it will only bring them regret and humiliation. Why bother?”

Let me show you why.

Maybe she won’t want to know. Maybe. And, if she doesn’t, then I will not push it on her. My desire to know more will not eclipse her desire or lack of desire to know more. 
But, if she does, this Mama is laying the groundwork for her. It’s my job. 
Ashlyn started to say to me last night, “I want to know something about her r…, I mean Chinese parents,” stumbling over the word “real” no doubt. 
And, I do too. 
Then, she said, “I already know about her real parents. They’re named Mommy and Daddy.” 
Absolutely.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption

Dear Lydia, two years later

3.29.12

Dear Lydia,
Today is a special day. I know you don’t remember it, but you know it well; you’ve watched the video over and over again, so many times you may think you remember it. 
I remember it very clearly, sweet girl. My heart was beating out of my chest as we crossed that street and entered a cold office building with great expectations of meeting you. I was nervous. I was scared. But, I wanted you so much. I was overwhelmed that day–you took my breath away when you entered the room in your ayi’s arms. And, I am not sure when I actually caught my breath again. 
Two years later, as I consider this day, I find myself thinking more about your experience of it than my own. Your life changed that day, Lydia Mei. You were the child God had called us to adopt into our family, the one we had planned for and dreamed about for years. But, I recognize that there is more to today.
You are young now, only 3 years old. Your days are filled with jumping, dancing, climbing, falling down, and laughing, playing with your brothers and sister, testing boundaries, and learning about how things work and why things are the way they are. We talk about China and what makes us different and what makes us the same. But, right now, you don’t care much about it. 
As time goes on, we will keep on talking about China and showing you pictures and dreaming aloud because I want you to know that when you do care about it, I’m here. When you have questions that are hard to ask and maybe even harder to answer, I’m here. I will be honest with you as I’m able, and I’ll be quiet and simply be with you when no words seem right. 
Two years ago today, we held you for the first time and started to get to know you as our beloved daughter. But, you were already a precious treasure before we met you, before we even knew your face. You are His masterpiece, Lydia, from the very beginning.
With a full heart,
Mama

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, Celebrations, Lydia

Created for Care: What it was and what it wasn’t

3.27.12

I hauled myself and no less than 100 lbs. of loot down to Atlanta this weekend (the bags, board, and myself did arrive in tact). I was all energized to be with friends–some I’ve never even met before (I’m a blogger and I still recognize how odd that sounds)–and share about The Sparrow Fund. I confess I expected a girly fest with good food and a pep rally of sorts for orphan care and adoption.

With about 440 women there and about 1,110 children who are no longer orphans represented (amen and amen), that was just sorta what I imagined. I guess I sort of expected adoption to be glorified a bit.

I was wrong.

Someone else was glorified.

The sound of over 400 mother’s voices joining together in praise is some serious worship and perhaps a small glimpse of heaven.

And, we got schooled in responding to the call and then following the One who calls not the call itself.

Hmm…not exactly the adoption pep rally message I was expecting.

And, I realized the weekend wasn’t as much about adoption as it was about the One who adopted us and who called these 440 families represented to adopt to begin with.

I’m still processing a lot of things discussed this weekend–what it means to dwell in His love for me, how I represent Him in my home, how to parent children from hard places, the joys and challenges of parenting a child of a different race, parenting in grace and by grace, and what adoption is and is not and how to walk my children–adopted and biological–through that.

I admit that my throat is still a bit sore today from talking and late nights. But, it’s worth it.

Fine, cat’s out of the blog bag. I’m short even on tip toes.
Either that or Stefanie and Colleen are giants. It’s the latter, really. Such likable women (off their blogs as well as on) even if they are hugely tall. 

With dear friends Ashley and Nicole (master photographer who I appointed official photographer since my very nice camera didn’t make the packing cut to make more room for beads and other goodies)

More dear friends–Esther, Cydil, Nicole again, and new friend and waiting adoptive mama Meghan

Bethany, from the WAGI team, one of the moms I was most excited to hear would be there. Wish I could have spent several more days with her. 
Thankful today for restoration and refreshment as well as reminders and realizations.

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Blabbin’ About the Benefields

Hidden Treasures

Blessings & Raindrops

My Ugly Couch

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Finding a Family

The Fanning Four

Surprised by Hope

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Our Happily Ever Afters

Our Five Little Hearts

Bumbers Bumblings

Our Journey of Adoption

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The Plans I Have for You

The Middle That Counts

7900 Miles

Walking Where He Leads

Picker Point

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Filed Under: adoption, Kelly, The Sparrow Fund

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