WE'LL TAKE HER!

We’ll take her? What are we doing? Buying a pound of bananas?

It’s hard to sometimes distinguish the enormity of an action, until you are in the thick of it. Such was the case with us. On the surface, we were to begin fostering a child with the eventual hope of adopting.

The news among family and friends traveled swiftly, and their reactions were mostly positive and supportive. From my father, who had been battling health and marital woes, the generous, loving comments were absent.

“What the fuck are you thinking? A white couple with a black baby? How are you going to deal with that? What are people going to say? Well, I will have nothing to do with it.”

HELP IS ON THE WAY

So blare the headlines as the tragedy in Haiti becomes even worse.

And help is on the way. From much of the world. Tons of supplies, millions of dollars, and an infinite amount of prayers, meditations, loving thoughts, and tears. So many tears.

I texted to 90999 last evening--this is the number that will charge your phone bill $10 and give that to the Red Cross. I was happy to do it, but wanted so desperately to do more. It’s some small thing, I suppose.

So I get stuck in my thoughts, I become frustrated at the frailty of this human condition. I don’t have to detail the stories coming out, although there is one that particularly caught my eye--a story that highlighted the plight of 254 children who were in the process of being adopted by American families. (http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/34864977/ns/today-today_people/)