Wow, it seems like it has been forever since I had the time to update this blog. I hate when life is so busy and hectic that I can’t step away, find a quiet corner and type to my heart’s content. So I got up at 5 am- everyone else is sleeping. For not being a morning person, this isn’t half bad. I love the quiet, peaceful feel of my kitchen. I love the fact that I am not cooking (yet, we are leaving in two hours for Chicago and I refuse to ride in a vehicle with four children who have not been properly fed and watered so I will start cooking within the hour.)
It is true; we are going into the city today. I have been looking forward to get the kids there again. I wonder if we will have to trudge through snow up to our chins. Chicago can get like that. It would be nice if we could get a day like yesterday. The sunshine made it almost feel like spring. Being from the Midwest, I am ready for anything that feels like spring.
So we are taking all of the children into the city to add a little bit of culture to their lives. I know, it’s a shot in the dark to think that they will grow-up to be cultured young ladies and gentlemen but their dad and I put the effort out there with stars in our eyes. Actually, the kids love to go to the city. We are members of the aquarium there which encourages us to go in several times a year.
It is the city that we get the most looks from others. People are very interested in the make-up of our family. OSG causes a lot of questioning glances because he is black set in a Caucasian family. I am not certain if transracial fostering/adoption is not common in the city or what but we cause quite the stir. Perhaps it is because my two boys are the same age and that is obvious to people (they are the same height as well.) This causes questions. I have to admit, I do not mind questions. I think that they are healthy.
When I stand back from my little family and look, it is no wonder people glance questioningly at us. We are a walking family show. My husband and I are Caucasian. We have currently- one Caucasian son, one Black son and two Chinese daughters. The joy of multiculturalism. I can’t blame people for wondering about us. It doesn’t help that usually someone is bickering with someone else. The people are probably not as interested in us culturally as they are interested in me getting a handle on my rowdy bunch. The thought of that makes me laugh. Can you imagine all of these years, me thinking that people wanted to know our story and really all they wanted was peace and quiet.
If you see us wandering around the city, say hi. I would love to see ya!
~Angie
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We adopted one of our granddaughters she is 4 and we decided we wanted another child so we are looking at adopting a foster child between the ages of 3 to 8 yrs old and I was wodering how hard the process is and what our chances are we are 49 and 50 years old.
I believe that your ages are fine with foster care. I think that other countries have more age requirements. There are a lot of children in foster care who fall in the age range you are looking into. Contact your local Family Services Agency- they will be able to tell you everything you need. I do think that in some areas, it is difficult to adopt without fostering. That is something that FSA can help you with. What an amazing thing. Keep us updated on your journey.
~Angie