I’ve been waiting on myself to begin. I knew it was time to get back to this and I knew it was time for a shift. I shut down the old blog, bought a new name, and created a new site. A new chapter. But how to begin, Becca, how to start. The pressure. Y’all are like,...
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I see these lists all the time. WHAT NOT TO SAY…to an Adoptive Parent, to an Autism Mom, to Kids with Scars, to People Wearing Blue Shirts. (Are you a smurf? I kid, I kid, but I kinda sorta feel we’re one HuffPost piece away from this.)
I have a Chinese adopted son. He was born with a cleft lip and palate, is autistic with some side dish diagnoses that mean “your kid might double as a tornado.” He can be a, uhhh, noticeable child, and we sometimes get questions.
I decided to write my own “What Not to Say” list. Here it is:
What the what?! Cray to the cray! There is no list.
In this arena of adoptive / special needs parenting, we spend a lot of time discussing the trifecta of awareness, education and acceptance. These are solid goals, y’all. But tough goals to achieve if we answer every question posed to us with “OMG HOW DARE YOU.” Be aware! Educate! Accept our kids! But if you ask us a question that might help you understand our lives, we will march with torches around our online backyards and burn you to the facebook stake.
The “What Not to Say” lists generate fear. Fear of offending, fear of saying the wrong thing, fear of having genuine kindness and curiosity misinterpreted as cruelty. Fear does not breed acceptance, fear breeds silence. Fear slams the door to communication, and leaves our kids on the side of lonely.
No, thank you. I am throwing out the What Not to Say lists. Adios lists.
If someone sees my son and is interested enough, compassionate enough, human enough to want to learn more? Yes, please. Because this is how we educate.
Let’s start a movement. The “As Long as Your Intentions Are Kind, I Will Not Be Offended, and I Will Be Honest With You” Movement. (Ok, so maybe it could have a catchier name. We can work on that.) Our movement will look a lot like what we’re all teaching our kids: Be nice. Respect other people. Tell the truth. Look for the good.
No one has ever accused me of being a Pollyanna, that’s a fact, but don’t you think this could work? It could be this simple, right? I’m going to give it a go. You’re invited.
Amen, sister! I wrote a similar FB post the other day. I feel similarly with the whole happy holidays issue. As long as someone’s not saying eff you and your crazy self, then I’ll take it! Sheesh. Xoxoxo
Right? When people are interested in learning, we shouldn’t kick them in the mouth. #justsaying
Seriously!! You rock!!! From the outside of all sorts of things I always wonder if my curiosity will come off as nosey, annoying or rude. I love that I can just ask you anything 🙂 I’d hate to ever offend or hurt anyone especially when it’s a subject I don’t know much about. You continue to educate and entertain me with your posts my friend! Thank you & C-fu!!! <3
We can discuss it all at our next Chandler Cultural Event!
I totally agree. I want to ask questions, but then don’t because I don’t want to say the wrong thing. And my daughter has autism so I don’t mind good intentions to ask about her or autism.
Best post in a long time!!
I love this! Fantastic post!
spot on for me. I have an adopted daughter from Russia with ADHD cause her birth mom drank in excess and a biological son with autism. Ask me anything. I’ll talk your leg off. I love your blog. I’ve found many and yours is one I enjoy a lot. by the way, I blog too. http://quirks-and-chaos.blogspot.com/2014/03/speaking-tates-language.html
Thank you! Me too – people ask me a question and then likely want me to shut up. I can’t figure out how to follow blog spots – must work on this.