
Snow days are one of the reasons I love being a Northeast girl.
Legos and Playmobil pieces are one reason I don’t. Every piece of either is on the floor. Mixed in with the pine needles from the Christmas tree I finally liberated from the living room.
Last week on Wednesday, I posted that I was working on my proposal for the Adoption Symposium in Richmond in September. I asked for your help, (in the form of a quick one question ballot) to help me decide what I’d be best qualified to speak on. So far (as in please feel free to click this link and cast your own vote) the winner, with a heaping 31% of the votes: Transracial 101: How to notice our own limits as a parent of another race. And the runner up: He’s Black, I’m not. From So what? to “Now What?” Transracial Parenting Triage.
I don’t know that I’m qualified to talk on either, but I certainly think they are necessary conversations in the transracial adoptive family. I am able to create the space, and guide the discussion, which is what I find more and more is what folks want: the space to explore, and learn from one another.
Perhaps I will be invited to offer them as part 1 and part 2? A morning and afternoon offering! I have nine months to get the workshops together, and with all of you experts out there offering resources and ideas-it would be a knock out event. Deadline for the proposals: this Thursday.
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Speaking of resources, I am taking the Adoption Reading Challenge 2011. Fiction and Nonfiction titles are invited into the fold. What have you read in the last year that has engendered a shift in your thinking, or been validating of your experience? I am particularly interested in books from the birth mom point of view, as it in an area that I feel is my weakest link at the moment. (I have rotating weak links!). Thank you to The Chronicles of Munchkinland for the impetus.
I need to get reading as well. I read a lot when I worked in adoption (that’s when I knew A LOT about adoption ;). Now I have a blog and a great opportunity to review books and deepen my knowledge for the sake of my family and I seem to have stopped.
We are also house of small pieces 😉
So please pop on by and let me know what you’re reading? I just found a birthmother anthology that looks interesting last night…
Marcel can’t go to sleep without lots of little pieces in one hand, tucked in. under the pillow, in the tub..