OmegaMom

Way to go, folks.

An adult Korean adoptee dares to voice her opinion on her own blog about some things that adoptive parents say, and how they key into her experiences, thoughts, and emotions about international adoption…

And y’all go and hound her with nasty comments and nasty private emails to the point where she feels she has to move her blog and make it invitation only.

WAY to go.

What, are you Republicans or something?? (←This is a joke, folks. Sort of.)

For more info, check out Amber’s post.

And please, please, please do not dismiss or denigrate adult adoptees who write about the aspects of international adoption that bother them by calling them “angry” or “maladjusted” or “poorly parented” or anything of the sort. Don’t label their entire lives by one aspect. For instance, I am angry about this whole meshugginah mess, about the mish-mosh that NCLB, hand-in-hand with certain aspects of educational pedagogy, has made of our schools, about the way our civil rights are eroding under the current administration, about the fact that perfectly happy, ordinary families who happen to be gay are being forced out of areas they’ve lived in for a long time. Pray tell, does this make me “maladjusted”? Does this mean OmegaGranny and OmegaGramps raised me poorly?

Gah.

Gimme a break, people.

Voices of adult adoptees are important to those of us who have adopted from China, Vietnam, Russia, Ethiopia, Korea. Because, even though some of you dismiss those voices as “angry”, you’d darned well better listen to their experiences. Because, one day, your “precious” (don’t get me started on APCer’s latest evidence of humor-impairment) children may be feeling very similar things, asking very similar questions. And you will get all bent out of shape when adoptive parents of that time decide to call your child “angry” and “maladjusted” and “poorly parented”.

Goddman, it’s noogie time!

Mr. OmegaMom has a flaw.

(Gasp! Say it isn’t so!)

He cannot handle spicy foods at all, sigh.

I adore a good chili…a nice, hot kung pao chicken (I make a darned good one, if I do say so myself)…curried chicken on rice, with a goodly variety of condiments on hand…samosas with mint sauce, ahhhh.

Alas, all these things attack poor Mr. OmegaMom’s tummy violently. It isn’t just hot-spicy that does him, but also just “different” spicy. So, over the years, he has learned to avoid these foods. (I get indigestion, as well, but only minor, and it is so worth it!)

So I get my Thai or Indian food fix by going out with the Society of Geeky Gals at lunchtime now and then, or sneak OmegaDotter off to a good Mexican restaurant for dinner whilst Mr. OmegaMom is off at one of his night courses getting edumacated.

I’ve been lusting for curry lately. At lunchtime, I was hauled out of training by one of the gals in the administrative area of my department–our document imaging system was being cantankerous and not allowing anyone to log in. While I was fixing various logins and lecturing folks about The Proper Use of Logging Out And How It Cleans Up Connections To Databases (thus helping avoid the dreaded “You have exceeded the number of allowable connections blah, blah, blah” message), the scent of curried lentils being munched on by one of the staff wafted past my nostrils.

As tonight was a getting edumacated night for Mr. OmegaMom, I promptly vowed to indulge my lusts at dinnertime.

Home we came. Dishes got washed. I hauled out the curry powder, the chili powder, the chicken, the potatoes, the (light) coconut milk, the raisins, the shredded coconut, and proceeded to whip up a truly yummy curry. Not hot, but oh-so-good.

OmegaDotter, of course, wanted nothing of it. She subsisted on plain rice with butter, a peapod or two, and some raw carrots. Some day…

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Mr. OmegaMom, in his guise as SuperDad! arrived home in time to keep the dotter up an hour past her bedtime. Luckily, though, he didn’t reveal to her his catch of the day: the latest issue of “Young Rider”, “The Magazine For Horse and Pony Lovers”. Featured stories: “You Can Adopt A MUSTANG!“; “the Inside SCOOP on Riding Camp Horses”; “TRUE STORY: ‘I Went to a Martha Josey Barrel Racing Clinic!’” (who dat?); “How to Ride a New Horse For the First Time”. Bonus bonanza! →HUGE Color Posters!←

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Not everything is horsies in OmegaDotter’s world. Lately, she has taken to singing and dancing some sets from various favorite movies.

One is Doll on a Music Box from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, which she performs with adorably jerky doll motions, just like the version in the movie (the link goes to a clip from the Broadway production).

The other favorite is Part of That World, from the Little Mermaid. I get serenaded with this every few nights at bedtime by a very earnest little girl in a kitty-cat nightgown who has every gesture, every pause, down pat. “I want to see them dancing…walking around on those–what do you call them? Oh! Feet!”

Ah, me. She’s my little Drama Queen.