If you’ve read this and this here, you may be assuming what I will write about. But when I clicked on the story announced by the words “God Directed Me” there was a surprise waiting: an African-American appears-to-be-single woman who adopted her foster child at age 5 (one of many she had looked after over the years) and an adoption caseworker who is an adoptee and found her original family because she needed to.
Too bad how we’ve gotten into this habit of rushing to judgment. See a phrase like “God directed me” and it’s probably some nutter who thinks God ordained this adopted child just for her *before time* or that by adopting, the kid instantly inherited her blood or DNA. Or the latest: God took the birthmother’s DNA and mixed it with the DNA of the two adoptive parents all because the a-mom’s mother swears the baby is the spittin’ image of her as a baby.
(Refuse to link to any of these stories but if you don’t believe me I can dig them up for you.)
You know, sometimes people are just led.
There is no doubt that Frances Lewis of Brewton, Alabama, is a believer and that she believes in what she is doing. So do most people, most of the time. It’s actually hard to recognize something as really bad and muster all your resources to do it anyway. I believe in my heart that most people who adopt or surrender for adoption have good intentions. A smaller number do not. Some, like Ms. Lewis, are to be admired for avoiding most of adoption’s ethical dilemmas. The government agency she deals with actually believes it is beneficial for children to know and be involved with their original parents. Her adopted child was not a highly coveted white infant but a full-grown child who needed a parent. She fostered so many children without ever so much lifting a grasping forefinger and saying, “God directed me.” She never paid the devil. She never committed “cultural genocide”–a phrase that used to mean the destruction of a people but is now used to describe transracial adoption. Her child’s OBC will be unsealed when and if she decides to access it.
Actually, you know, I can’t find too much wrong with Ms. Lewis. And so I wonder, when adoption is routinely put down because it is routinely uplifted for all the wrong reasons, if the people who only ever put it down ever imagine her.
Ms. Lewis.
When they, you know. Criticize. Gloat. Carp. Complain. Hurl their mighty thunderbolts.
Bet not.
Well, my vent’s over. Now onto fixing adoption.
Filed under: adoption, fatherlessness, kids, life, solo life , "God Directed Me", adoption, Alabama, blood, DNA, ethiical, foster care, Frances Lewis









