Adoption Tax Credit Information Link and Survey

Feeling the love for the IRS/Mama C and the Boys

Update: 5/30/2011 My credit arrived!!! The process looked like this: I submitted the paper work they asked for (after I was initially told I needed to resubmit with their revised form) on April 21. I did this via fax. I was assigned a case # and case manager (discovered by calling the IRS using the number on the initial inquiry for additional information letter). They had 30 days to review the case, and make a decision. After that I was told they had another 45 days to act on that decision. IN MY CASE: they finished the review a few days shy of the 30, and paid electronically a week later. My credit was also one of the grandfathered ones (as I finalized in 2005). THERE IS HOPE.


I am practicing a letting go, and it will be the perfect time when it does come approach to this.  How about you?

If you are not in the loop about all of the delays and frustration around the Adoption Tax Credit (ATC) then you may want to stop reading right now. Enjoy your bliss. If you are not the least bit impacted by this check back tomorrow for one of my best photos in a long time! If neither a) nor b) apply to you please read on.

Dawn from Creating a Family (one of the adoptive Mama/ adoption gurus in my online life) asked me to share this link about the adoption tax credit-in an attempt to help as many as possible. Please pass along to those you know might be interested.  The piece is wildly helpful, and includes a survey to help gather data (about who is getting their refund back, how long it took etc.). I even sent the link to my accountant.

In the meantime I will keep sending happy helpful wishes to the good people at the IRS for working this all out expeditiously for one and all.  This approach will preserve my youthful good looks, and overall positive demeanor.

Intermission: Imagined and real musings on what we see

Intermission with Hassan/ Mama C and the Boys

We made it through five magnificent songs.


I managed to sit still long enough to make it to the intermission.

I see giant white boards with musical lines on the walls, and markers calling Marcel’s name.

We’re in a big recital/classroom on a college campus filled with college kids to see my friend Hassan play piano.

The same friend who stopped by the night before to invite me to the show. Who came by to hug on me, my brother and mom  during his forty-eight hour visit back to Maine.


The friend who went to this college, graduated with honors, and is a nationally known jazz pianist. The one who looks like you, is taller than an oak tree, and speaks as softly as the brook on the edge of a path he and you are following wherever it will take you.


The pianist is brown. Everyone has come to listen to him. He is captivating, talented, and within my reach. He is a Black man who adores me. I will grow up and be a Black man too.


As a transracial adoptive parent: a  forty-five minute drive to expose them to twenty minutes of completely extraordinary normal is part of my unspoken agreement with his first mom, with their future. This is the investment: twenty minutes that could create exponential reverberations in terms of possibility in their lives.


Thank you to Bowdoin for flying Hassan here (from Cincinnati) to play the show to raise money for the Haitian Student Alliance. Bowdoin college where Sam’s grandfather went to college. Bowdoin College where John Brown Russwurm, a Jamaican native graduated in 1824, the first Black man to graduate from Bowdoin. The third Black man to graduate from a college in the United States.

My Own Racial Awareness Evolution at Adoption Mosaic

Several weeks back one of my gurus in the adoption world, Tara Kim at Adoption Mosaic Blog, invited me to become a guest blogger there. My first attempt at tackling what my own racial awareness evolution looks like appears there today.

And for those of you looking for more back story, my “Spotlight” profile at Mom’s of Hue sheds a little more light.

The boys are waking, the day begs my attention.  This instant coffee is not quite enough for a Wednesday.