I just realized it has been exactly a year and a day since I last blogged and I don’t know if anyone is still reading this.
There are a lot of reasons for that, although mostly I blame Facebook and its instant gratification abilities (which only slightly make up for the letdown when you say something clever and NO ONE RESPONDS no matter how many times you hit refresh).
P’ito turned FOUR in November. He is a firecracker – intensely loving and excited one moment, absolutely enraged at the injustice of life the next (no mac and cheese? BUT I WANT MAC AND CHEESE!)
We’re still waiting for Hypothetical Sibling. We had one close call, where a birthmother chose us, but then the father decided to sue for custody rather than let her make an adoption plan… So we continue waiting, waiting, waiting…
I got laid off in August and am still looking for work. It’s very odd to be part of the statistics, when I hear about “the unemployed” and I think wait, they’re talking about me. Looking for work is tough because there are very few jobs in my field, or even in the larger non-profit world here in Small City, and I can’t go very far afield because of Pili’s work and my childcare responsibilities.
And of course, I’m still naval gazing about adoption.
Shannon wrote something on Facebook the other day about preparing for a multicultural day at her kids’ school and how she needed to find squirrel to represent her culture. It was all very tongue in cheek, but it made me think: what is my kid’s culture? He is Guatemalan and we have appropriated aspects of that cultural heritage into our family’s celebrations, but our family is what? Jewish/WASP/Guatemalan? So what is Pito’s family heritage? Do I subscribe to the idea that he is part of our family and thus bring on the lox and shortbread? Or is his connection to our family tree and family heritage less significant than if he had been biologically connected to us and genetically programmed to enjoy his matzah balls? I find that insulting to the strength of the adoptive connection, and yet, to say that bagels and lox is his family heritage also seems to slight the importance of where he comes from and his connection to that place and those people.
So – tortillas and lox for family day?