
A commenter posted on my
school blog from yesterday how different she and her Chinese daughter were treated at school than she and her Russian daughters had been. She hypothesized that it was because school personnel could “see” them as an adoptive family.
I agree. In some ways having LuLu look so much different than me has been a blessing in that it sends out an immediate visual signal that “something is different” about this family. I truly do believe that those who don’t know us are less likely to blame me, judge me, or criticize my parenting of LuLu when they see odd behaviors because it’s obvious that she’s adopted.
My commenter stated that she has more accessibility because people see her and think “there goes that adoptive mom.” I would wholeheartedly agree. People know me, or act as if they do, just about everywhere we go, all because we look different.
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I think this has saved my own hide more than once when LuLu has escalated in public and no one seems to call into question that I’m abusing her in anyway. Because they can see , and can make the uncomfortable (but somewhat true) assumption that her behaviors have more to do with her “differences” than they do with my parenting. Other parents report store clerks calling the police and policemen calling DFACS for less than we’ve been through.
But I also think not looking like your adopted child can cause the opposite reaction in public. Years ago we were at the zoo and I noticed a Caucasian man sitting on a bench with a small Asian girl. The girl started to escalate and get away from her Dad. When Dad tried, calmly, to rein her back in the girl started kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs “Get away fro me; you’re not my Dad!”
Immediately adults’ attentions were diverted. As I watched people circle around this man and child on the bench, I saw some of the people seeking out security and management to get them involved.
But I could tell by the distraught look on this man’s face that this child was truly his daughter . So I approached them. “Can I help you with anything?” I asked him.
He gave me back a weak, but grateful smile, “no I’m alright.”
I asked him if his wife was nearby and if I needed to get her. About that time, here came his wife, along with other family members.
I felt the on-lookers behind me relax without even turning to look at them. Then I shuddered to think about what could have happened to this man if people in the crowd truly believed that he was not the girl’s father and was trying to kidnap her.
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