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In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a perfect foster and adoptive parent. Prove it, you say? You need an example? Clearly you’re new around here. Perhaps my one-day ‘baby-wearing’ attempt will shed some light.
What is baby-wearing? It’s THE marker of perfect parenting in the walking city of New York. Baby-wearing is also a euphemism for tying a baby to your chest and pretending like he LOVES it, you LOVE it and it’s bringing you both to new heights of mother-child intimacy. The bigger and heavier your baby is, the more perfect you are!
I’m sure you can tell from the photo above that Julian, my foster son and I were in baby bonding bliss on this 97 degree day. Uhmm, not at all. We were miserable. The neck was too lose. He didn’t like having his legs confined and the sweat, Oh the sweat. We were soaked. I tried at least.
Fortunately I didn’t wait around the rest of my life to become perfect in order to spend some time parenting this little guy. We had our rough patches (bottles every two hours on the dot, yes sir!) but I like to think that I was his perfect parent. There are thousands of children in foster care who would be happy to be part of your family. Check them out at http://www.AdoptUSKids.org. No, seriously, go to http://www.AdoptUSKids.org right now and don’t plan on getting any work done for the rest of the day. People just like you and I have visited the website and now over 21,000 kids have been adopted -there are more than 31,000 kids waiting still. I have to confess, I looked at the photolists for quite a few years before taking the plunge. Now I wonder, why did I wait so long?
What’s taking YOU so long?
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Perfection is the enemy of sanity