Thursday, March 21, 2013

Retorts


If you’re anything like me, you usually think of the perfect retort anywhere from five minutes to three days after you really could have used it. Or if you’re anything like I used to be, that is.  Something about mothering my adopted children has given me the power to come up with fitting responses exactly when they are needed.

There was the time I had baby E at the hospital for some blood work. A bubbly young woman bounced up to me gushing, “Ohmygod, he’s so cute!” Then, noting the skin color difference between him and me asked, “Is his Daddy Black?” For the first time ever, I knew just how to handle it--I played dumb. “Um…well…I, uh…I don’t really remember, I…oh wait, maybe? Yes. Yes, I think he is.”

Unfortunately she didn’t catch on to the fact that I was messing with her. She smiled brightly at me before bouncing off again.

Then there was the time I was at a small crowded restaurant with my husband, our two biological children and baby E. A couple sat down next to us. The woman leaned over to my husband, tapped him on the shoulder and asked, “Where’s he from?”

No small talk. No telling us how adorable he was before diving in to the personal questions.

“New Jersey,” my husband replied with a smile as he tried to turn back around.

But before he could, she asked, “Where’s he from before that?”

New Jersey,” he said again with another smile while his wife sat silently smoldering nearby.

“Before that?”

“He was born in New Jersey,” he said a third time before he turned back around to me.

“Next time someone keeps asking you like that, the answer is A UTERUS,” I said loudly as my husband sat silently dying of embarrassment nearby.

Since that time we’ve adopted two more children. People still ask where they are from but they’ve all taken my word on it that it’s New Jersey. (Surprisingly nobody else has asked if their Daddy is Black.) In a way, I wish we could get back to the cluelessness of the lady at the restaurant. It seems that as more children came to me, the more insensitive people felt they could be.

“Do they have the same mother? How many children does she have? Why doesn’t somebody just tie her tubes already? Is she a drug addict? Do they all have the same father?”

They really ask me things like that, in front of my kids to boot. It can annoy me and sometimes I’d really like to set them straight. But since her story is not mine to tell, I try to tell the rude inquisitors just enough to try to give them a crash course in sensitivity. “Aren’t we lucky to have not had to fight the cycle of poverty and addiction in our own lives? Nobody grows up wishing to have babies and then have them taken away, do they?" Oh, they never really thought about it that way....

The locals are now accustomed to seeing our brood around so we seem to get much fewer questions. Maybe it’s that I’m answering less of them as my children grow old enough to listen and understand that I’m talking about them. Maybe I now emit a vibe that lets rude questioners know if they’re going to ask demeaning questions about my kids’ birth mother they’re going to met with something they didn’t expect: Compassion.

And of course an occasional smart mouth.





5 comments:

  1. Gina I am delighted to see that you have started a blog. I am toying with the idea myself. I couldn't resist a little smile when I read this post - can SO relate! When our foster daughter Nina (who is mixed Caucasian/African-American) lived with us, my husband (who is Caucasian) was once out with her at the beach. A lady came up to him and asked, "Is her mother black?" My husband answered "No" (Nina's mother is Caucasian). The poor lady stared at Nina for a long time and then left with a very puzzled expression on her face. My husband felt there was no need to explain Nina's history to a total stranger.

    The remarks that really have hurt us of late are about our adopted son, Lenny. Neighbors expressing surprise about what a great kid he is, considering "his background" - it makes me profoundly sad to hear our foster and foster-adopt children being stereotyped.

    Congratulations on your blog! Look forward to reading more,

    Jiyer (who wrote the "Nina" story in Carrie's 2012 adoption series"

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    1. Hey, what happened to my comment? Who controls this blog anyway? :)
      This morning I was laying in bed thinking about the absurdity of people asking us what color our children's parents are. Just...absurd.
      I did not read all of the adoption stories in the series but I honestly read and remember yours! I hope you do decided to bite the bullet like I did and start blogging! Please let me know if you do.

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  2. Gina,
    I love this! Sad to say the kids will get asked rude questions as well it's good you prepare them. Better you to answer with compassion as my first thought would be to answer sarcastically. When I lived in Miami people would hear me speak Spanish (how can a brown skin person do this?) and would very rudely ask "What are you?" I would smile and say "Human".

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    1. "Human"...love that. It still shocks me that people will ask those questions.
      I'm so happy we're connecting here, Deja!

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  3. I wish I was as witty as you. It amuses me when people say my oldest looks exactly like his dad. He's actually his step da and they look nothing alike. Sometimes I feel like people are just trying to make small talk.

    My sister adopted 2 biracial children, she gets rude remarks, she handles them the same way you do. Kudos to you both.

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