#$%@ people say to transracial families


I’ve been thinking, reading and talking a lot about what it will mean for us to be a transracial family. It’s one of those things that is really hard to talk about for fear of offending someone. I appreciate this video because it pokes fun at the things adoptive parents hear, and the awkward conversations that result when people ask about the adoption. I know we will hear (shoot, we’ve already heard) some of them, but to all my friends, family, and the strangers I will meet who want to talk about the adoption but don’t know how, it’s ok. We’ll figure it out together (and probably laugh a lot in the process). Just try to save the craziest questions for when the kids aren’t around.

victor becomes a braverman


I don’t watch Parenthood, but not too long ago I was told I should. So, when Dave and I were sitting down in front of the tv (a rare occurrence) looking for something fun and lighthearted to watch and we came across this show, I remembered the recommendation from a friend and suggested we watch it. For some reason I had it in my head that this was going to be a funny show, so I had high hopes of a good laugh and a mindless viewing experience. Turns out my expectations could not have been more wrong. I was crying by the first commercial break- disturbed and yet comforted by this very real look at the “messiness” of family life. The episode wrapped up with this scene, and I have not been able to get it out of my head ever since. To me, this is a beautiful picture of “family” and also a beautiful picture of the Gospel. It came up again today at a conference I’m at for work, so I thought I’d share it here. This has implications for both my personal and my professional life right now- adoption seems to be a theme that is being woven through every facet of my life these days. I am both nourished and challenged by it all. This is crazy stuff. Enjoy!

(Note: I do not mean this is a good picture of the Gospel because these parents are doing such a good thing by “rescuing” this boy who has no family. That is cool, but it is not the point. It is a picture of the Gospel because we, too, are that boy who has been brought into a beautiful and quirky family. We are loved completely and given an identity and full rights as children that we do not otherwise deserve. Something deep within me comes alive when thinking about this. Yes. This is the type of love and family I want to define my life and my work. More on this in a later post…)