Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts

Reprehensible

By now, I'm sure many of you have heard about the Tennessee woman who sent her adopted son, Artyem, alone on a plane back to Russia.  As a parent of two children adopted from Russia, I feel compelled to comment on the situation.  From the title of this post, you can probably tell how I feel about this woman's actions.  For those of you who have not adopted children from traumatic backgrounds, there are some important things, which I believe the media is missing, that you need to understand.

First of all, many (if not all) of the children living in orphanages in Russia have experienced abandonment from the people on whom they most depended.  In my kids' case, it was their Russian Mama.  Some, like Eamon, were only abandoned once and at a very young age.  Others, like Vika, were taken back and abandoned by their parent multiple times before finally being placed for adoption (for clarification purposes, Vika and Eamon have the same Russian Mama, but their experiences with her were very different).  When a child loses the care of a parent at a very young age, it can cause them to become distrustful of adults and learn that there is nobody on whom they can depend except themselves.  This lesson serves them well in an orphanage setting; however, it doesn't work so well when they join a family.  If you add neglect and abuse by caregivers into the mix,  you wind up with a very confused child who is distrustful of any adult who tries to take care of him or her.

In Russia, there are many, many orphanages, and they are very crowded.  The last estimate I read was that there are over 700,000 children living in Russian orphanages today.  These kids are regarded as second-class citizens and many Russians believe there is something wrong with them (either something that made their birth-parents not want them or "bad blood" passed on from irresponsible parents).  There are not a lot of Russian families vying to adopt these children.  In fact, once they leave the Baby Home and move into a Child's Home (around the age of 3 or 4), their chances of being placed in a loving family drop dramatically.  In an orphanage, the children live with multiple caregivers who are inconsistent, both in their presence and they way they relate to the children.  My kids have told me stories of being hit with shoes and being locked in dark closets as punishment.  And I believe they were at one of the better orphanages in Russia.

Kids who are adopted often have a hard time adjusting, especially if they are adopted by a family from another country.  When we brought our kids home, they had to leave everything they knew behind.  They flew for hours in a plane to a far away place with strangers who spoke a language they did not understand (we were only allowed to visit them 4 times before the adoption was finalized).  Things sounded and smelled different, the food was different, and they no longer had a bunch of children around them all the time (I've heard the experience described as "being abducted by aliens").  They had to adjust to all these changes, in addition to learning how to be part of a family.

I'm sure it was the same for Artyem.  He was even older when he was adopted, and we don't know what kind of situation he lived in with his birth family or how he was treated at the orphanage.  What is clear is that he had difficulty attaching to his new mom.  He'd only been home for 6 months, and attachment can take a year or longer to occur.  Plus, it seems that his adoptive mother did not ask for help from either her agency or social worker.  She had not taken him in for counseling, and as of January, she reported that everything was fine.  I find myself confused at how all this could happen.  Did the boy say he was going to kill her?  Maybe.  Heck, Eamon has said that to me when he's angry!   Did he play with matches and threaten to burn down the house?  Maybe.  My kids have done and said some pretty scary things too.  Was this mother educated about the many ways attachment disorder can manifest itself, and was she prepared to deal with those issues?  Certainly not.

There are support groups out there for people who have adopted older children who come from traumatic backgrounds.  There are groups specifically designed for people who adopt from Russia and Eastern Europe.  There are plenty of places to seek advice and counseling.  It seems to me that this "mother" gave up on her son too quickly.  I'm not sure what her expectations were, but I've heard many pre-adoptive parents talk about how they just know they will instantly connect with their child and that there will be love between them from the first meeting. They have this fairy tale idea of what it will be like to bring this child into their new home, and many even think the child will be grateful to be adopted by them.  I always cringe when I hear such statements because I know that the prospective parent is most likely in for a huge disappointment.  They are not thinking about this adoption from their future child's perspective and are not considering how what was done to the child in the past will affect how he/she views their future. 

Torry Hansen clearly did not have reasonable expectations for her child, or for herself as a mother.  Would she have treated a biological child so callously?  The fact that she would send a 7 year old child alone on a plane, with him most likely not knowing what would happen when he arrived back in Russia is horrendous.  I can't imagine how scared he must have been or what was going through his head.  I can't understand why she didn't seek to disrupt the adoption in America and try to have him placed in a family better prepared to deal with his needs. It's almost as if she viewed him as damaged goods and wanted to return him to the store!  Her actions only added to the abuse, neglect and abandonment that Artyem has already suffered in his short life.  And she made his attachment to a future family even more difficult.  I hope Torry Hansen is prosecuted to the full extent of the law and that her planned adoption from the Republic of Georgia (yes, she was planning to adopt another child!) is dropped as quickly as she dropped her responsibilities towards her son.

Happy Metcha' Day!

Four years ago today, we first met Vika and Eamon at their orphanages in Murmansk, Russia. Metcha' Day is a big deal in our home. Every year we hold a Metcha' Day feast, where we share Russian dishes with family and watch the video from our first trip to Russia. And each year I marvel at how much the kids have grown and relive some of the emotions going through me that November 8th in 2005.

For those of you who are not adoptive parents, Metcha' Day is kind of like the day you gave birth to your child. An adoption labor lasts for months - preparing documents, going through background and psychiatric checks, waiting for a referral, and for some, the disappointment of having to decline or losing a referral. Then there is the trip to Russia, which is both exciting and exhausting. Finally, as you sit in a dingy orphanage waiting room, after a year of "paper pregnancy," your child walks in and you see him/her for the first time. You get to see the way they move and hear their voice. You get to hold and interact with them for the first time and learn how they feel and smell. It is an amazing event that will never, ever be forgotten. After months of waiting and planning and wondering, there your child is, in the flesh, and you know your life will never be the same again.

Here is our music montage video from our first trip to Russia. Most of you have seen this before, but it's kind of become a tradition to re-post it every year. Happy Metcha' Day Vika and Eamon!

Dreaming Big at Sweet Hope

As anyone who's ever adopted internationally knows, it can get pretty expensive. Also, if you've visited an orphanage in another country, you have seen the great need of the children living in those facilities. After adopting her own son from Russia, Elle decided to give back by starting Sweet Hope. Every year she makes awesome truffles, which she then sells and donates the proceeds to an adoption-related cause. In the past, she's donated funds to pre-adoptive families who were having difficulty covering their adoption expenses, and last year she put the money toward buying Christmas gifts for children living at an orphanage in Khabarovsk, Russia.

This year, Elle is thinking bigger, and she needs help. Her plan is to do a benefit concert to raise even more funds to donate to orphanages in Russia this Christmas. You can read more about her plans here: Then I go and Get All Super Crazy.

If you would like to help in any way, Elle could use your assistance. It is a truly great cause. Neither Vika nor Eamon had ever received a present before they joined our family (their first full day home was actually Christmas day, and that must have been quite a shock!). Gifts such as warm clothing, books, games and toys are desperately needed in Russian orphanages, and showing the children that someone outside of the orphanage cares for them is a wonderful gift too. Perhaps you can help make Christmas a little brighter this year for a child in need?

Contacting the Birth Family

As some of you may remember, in March of 2008, we successfully completed a birth family search for our kids. It was amazing to get the photos, video and info on the birth family, and I especially felt that it would be great to keep up a relationship with them as Vika and Eamon get older. And yet here it is, over a year later, and I haven't done anything. I've drafted several letters, but have not had the courage to actually send them out. I guess I'm just a bit conflicted. While the kids' Russian Babushka and Uncle seemed very pleased to see their pictures and learn how they were doing, their Russian Mama seemed mostly sad. I'm not sure how more contact would be received, and I really don't want to cause her additional pain. But then I thought that perhaps having the initial contact, with nothing else afterward might be even more painful than getting another letter and update.

So I am again making contact with the kids' Russian family. I have written a letter (which an acquaintance generously translated for me), both apologizing for the length of time since our last correspondence, and asking the family what kind of contact they would like to have in the future. I figured in this instance, it is best to follow their lead and let them set the pace. I'm also sending photos of the kids and have offered to create a DVD of videos as well (if they are interested).

Hopefully the letter will be well-received and we'll be able to maintain some kind of future relationship with the kids' Russian family. I also hope that the family is still living where they were last year and my feet dragging hasn't cost us the opportunity to regain contact.

Wish us luck.

All I Want for Christmas is You

Christmas Eve is that special time of year for our family, when we not only celebrate the holidays, but the anniversary of bringing our kids home as well.

So here it is, our annual trip 2 video. I know long-time readers of this blog are probably sick of seeing it, but I can never get enough.



I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and wish you nothing but the best in the coming year!

Simple Wishes

Some of you may have noticed a new addition to my sidebar. Down the page a bit, under the blogroll sections, is a sample of some of the items on sale at the Simple Wishes store on etsy. Rachel who adopted her daughter Katya from Russia, started this project to help children in Russian orphanages have a brighter holiday season. All of the products are handmade, and many of them have a Russian flair, such as the aprons made from Russia fabrics and the mugs with the word "chai" (Russian for "tea") written on them in Cyrillic. 100% of the proceeds from the sales of these items go directly to the Simple Wishes Russian orphanage donation, to grant a child's simple wish this Christmas.

I encourage you to check out the store and browse through the items. If the "shelves" look a little bare, never fear! More items will be posted soon. It's all for a good cause, so you can shop guilt-free. :)

Happy Metcha Day Vix and Eames!

Our life has not been the same since November 8, 2005, and I wouldn't change a thing. We love you like crazy Vika and Eamon, and are so happy to have met you.

Here's the music montage of our first trip to Russia to meet Vika and Eamon. It's amazing how much we've all changed in just 2 short years. I know I posted this last year, but I figured I'd do it again this year because, well frankly... I'm lazy. :)

Why we chose Russia

From time to time, I am asked, "What made you decide to adopt your kids from Russia?" I always approach this question with a bit of caution. Not because I'm ashamed of the fact that our kids are from Russia, but because I'm a bit embarrassed about my real reasons for choosing the country. I'm afraid that people will not understand my motivations and will judge me negatively. To avoid this, I normally give a standard, diluted answer, such as, "We wanted to adopt a boy and a girl at the same time, which pretty much ruled out China." Or, "I've always been interested in Russia, and it just felt right for our family."

These reasons certainly contributed to our decision to adopt from Russia, but the real, determining factor - the very reason I was interested in Russia in the first place - is something much more shallow. That reason is:

Mikhail Baryshnikov.

Back in 1985, a movie called "White Nights" was released. I was in 7th grade at the time, and vividly recall seeing the film with my childhood best friend, Kathy. From the moment Baryshnikov appeared on the screen, I was captivated. Those eyes... that tortured expression... the grace and strength with which he danced! It was love at first sight, for both Kathy and myself. We cut out pictures of Baryshnikov from the newspaper and "laminated" them with packing tape. These photos were carried around school with us every day in our backpacks. Posters and photos of Baryshnikov adorned our bedroom walls. Our classmates, who were busy drooling over Jon Bon Jovi and Rob Lowe, did not understand our love of the Russian dancer. When one of them asked me who "that guy" was on my binder, and I said "Mikhail Baryshnikov," she responded, "Gesundheit!"

My pre-pubescent adoration of Mikhail Baryshnikov jump-started my interest in all things relating to the Soviet Union. When one of my favorite singers, Sting, released a song called "Russians," my interest in the country and the plight of its people was further solidified. The chorus of the song, "I hope the Russians love their children too" used to give me chills. In fact, sometimes it still does.

Then, one year for Christmas, I received the photo book, “A Day in the Life of the Soviet Union.” I used to flip through the pages and dream of a day when the Soviet Union would be open to all travelers, and I could go see Moscow’s Red Square in person. If I had been told back then that I would not only travel to Russia, but also adopt two wonderful children from there, I would have not believed it.

Luckily, history was on my side, and I was able to accomplish two childhood dreams at once – visiting Russia, and becoming a mother.

So, there you have it. Pop Culture influenced one of the most important decisions of my life. Please don’t judge too harshly.