Christmas in March
Noah is listening to Christmas music right now because he’s trying his darndest to make his voice sound like the chipmunks (as in Alvin and the…). I’m doing some early spring cleaning to that awful loopity-loop airplane song.
I’ve had two nightmares in the past two nights that are thinly veiled adoption anxiety dreams. I’ve decided to take a break from worrying about the moral issues for a bit. We went with an agency — with this agency — because our research assured us that they weren’t out to screw potential birth mothers in order to up their placement rates. I’ve got to let go at some point and trust that they will do as they say and counsel J. wisely. Today is that point.
Brett and I know just what gift we’ll send along to J. should she choose to parent (an outfit from Dookiewear and a copy of The Hipmama Survival Guide. Don’t let the name “Madison” fool you; J. is a cool punk rock girl who also likes to sing along to Journey ballads. Any wonder that we love her?) We’re less sure what to get her if she chooses to place but we have some ideas. On some web site or another, someone suggested a gift certificate to Bath & Bodyworks. What the hell? Thank you for the baby; here is some lovely hand soap. Hmmph.
By the way, for Zanna in the comments below, here is an excellent link to information about Storm Jameson. If you’re a feminist, you’ll want to make her acquaintance. I’ll admit that I am less fond of her books than I was when I first discovered them (in my late teens, I think) but as a writer and a woman, she inspired me. Here’s a quote from her to inspire you all, too:
Mere human beings can’t afford to be fanatical about anything. … Not even about justice or loyalty. The fanatic for justice ends by murdering a million helpless people to clear a space for his law-courts. If we are to survive on this planet, there must be compromises.
In terms of gifts, I always liked the idea of tailoring the gift to the recipient. Jackson’s birthmom was very adamant about not costing us money… to the point where she didn’t want a lawyer (but we insisted). For her we got flowers, vanilla coke (her favorite), and a guardian angel pin with Jackson’s birth stone. H seems to wear her heart on her sleeve so we got her a small heart-shaped locket and put two pictures in it– one of the baby and another of her holding the baby just after birth.