I’m not Jewish, but that doesn’t mean I, and you too, can’t absolutely love the blog Raising Kvell. I’m all about Amanda Kosior’s posts right now. My most recent favorites are this post on the Happy Birthday Colin movement, a social media birthday party for a special needs child, where she writes,
What if every single person out there who “liked” that page or sent a card, actually started a dialogue with their kids about the importance of looking beyond differences?
And this wonderful open letter to the media to stop labeling children as adopted. It’s thought provoking and funny.
Dear journalists, scriptwriters, and other members of the media: I officially revoke your ability to use the word “adoption,” in any of its related forms. […]
I have been a mother for two-and-a-half years, and my limited experience has shown me that your success as a parent is not defined by the moment your baby is placed in your arms. It is defined by every single moment after. I know this because I just had to have a discussion with my son about what you do and do not put up your nose, a topic I am pretty sure has never shown up in an adoption pamphlet or Lamaze class.
The fact is, parenting is parenting. There is no asterisk next to my name on my son’s birth certificate. My “Mom” necklace is not surrounded by quotation marks. In the eyes of my country and God, I am my son’s mother.