Being White
When Bob and I were considering adoption, there were pages upon pages to be completed. It was arduous, but appropriate considering the weight of the decision we were making. There was a form that talked about race and we had to check off the box for the races we would consider. We checked them all. We did talk about it. We knew that raising minority children could be hard and we had long discussions with our social worker about what that would mean, and what it would look like. We also were clear that if a child wanted to be adopted by a person that looked like him or her, that we would never want to stand in their way. The child’s comfort was the more critical thing. This was about seven years ago. The world looked very different then. I was naïve, thinking that I could reconcile any differences with love and care. When we learned of Isaiah and Ciera through an email, I’ve talked about in past blogs that Bob responded that we wanted them before I could even get