
I’ve been extra happy lately because we’re about to enter my most favorite time of the year – the winter holiday season. I love the spirit of the holidays. I love spending time with family, eating lots of different food I haven’t had all year long, buying gifts for others, time off work, etc. But one of the main things I look forward to is adopting a family for the holidays.
I usually complete a volunteer application in mid-October and choose a family in early November. The agency will fax me a list of about 10 need requests and I let BabyGirl choose who she wants to adopt for the holidays. She usually picks a family that has 2 or more children, at least one girl, and one child around her age range. Then, for the rest of the year, BabyGirl and I are responsible for delivering a food basket on Thanksgiving and Christmas, as well as buying gifts for the children on Christmas.
When BabyGirl finally narrows down her choice (we have 1 week to review), I notify the agency and immediately contact the parent/guardian to build a rapport. I do not impose on their privacy, but I create a tone that allows them to share whatever they are comfortable sharing, and I the same. Once they learn that I’m a single parent, it creates an unspoken bond of understanding and trust. Then I learn a little more about the children and their family life. This exchange warms my heart because it reminds me that there is still good in the world, despite troubled times. After that human connection, I begin to review the list of ‘needs’ provided by the agency, which is always reasonable. Sometimes I might throw in a few extra based on something I learned about the family after speaking with the parent/guardian. Conversely, the list of ‘wants’ may be a little over the top – think Wii, PS3, Seven jeans, etc. I have to laugh and remind myself that these are children exposed to our materialistic world. But no matter what, I try to get all of their ‘needs’ and most of their ‘wants’ that are within my budget.
I love shopping for my adopted family, but my greatest pleasure is on the day of delivery. About a week before Thanksgiving, BabyGirl and I deliver food baskets. I buy whatever they say they need, including the turkey. It never fails – no matter who they are, where they live, their race, their age, or income bracket – I’m always invited into their modest home for a meal or at least something to drink. I politely decline to stay for dinner, but I usually chat for a little while. Maybe 15 minutes or so, especially if the children are home. Same thing for Christmas. I love seeing the looks on the children’s faces when we deliver the packages. I especially love the look from mom (and sometimes dad) when she sees a little something thrown in for her too. The family is always so appreciative, and for some reason, the children fall in love with BabyGirl.
Three years ago, BabyGirl developed a friendship with a girl from our adopted family. The little girl cried when we moved away. I bought her a $10 calling card just so she could call BabyGirl whenever she wanted. Two years ago, the children bought BabyGirl a Christmas gift. It was a super tiny bear in a super tiny gift bag and the bear’s scarf said “THANKS!” Here we were delivering gifts for them and they had something for us too. It spoke volumes to me about how the children were being raised. BabyGirl cried a bucket of tears when the smallest one handed it to her. She’s kept that lil’ bear on her nightstand ever since.
As you can see, adopting a family for the holidays has become a tradition for us. We get immense pleasure from helping those in need and seeing the direct impact of our contributions. We give a little and receive a lot in return. It’s a win, win situation for all. We’ve done it this way for the past 5 years and it’s something we look forward to every year.
Well, the agency we’re affiliated with has decided to do things a little differently this year. Apparently, some families were not being chosen. The reason(s) were varied, but the new head of the agency thought it was unfair. So this year, the needy family was randomly assigned to a volunteer family. This is who we received:
Parent/Guardian Name: xx
Address: xx
Phone: none
Does family speak English: No
If no, primary language: Spanish
Number of adults in household: 3
Number of children in household: 2
1st Child’s Name: xx
1st Child’s Age: 10
1st Child’s Gender: male
1st Child’s size: 14
1st Child’s wish list: gift certificate
2nd Child’s Name: xx
2nd Child’s Age: 4
2nd Child’s Gender: male
2nd Child’s size: 6
2nd Child’s wish list: gift certificate
Hmm…now I see several things wrong with this picture (see bold emphasis), but I won’t go there. BabyGirl is not happy about this at all. Neither am I. But I believe everything happens for a reason, so there’s something we’re both supposed to learn about giving.
I just haven’t figured it out yet…
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