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Understanding Adoptions. What is a Chosen Day? Adoption; more special than a birthday?
Those are my first spoon and fork. Cool huh about 100 years old now.
A chosen day is the day to celebrate someone being adopted.
Natural birth parents only have a genetic choice as to what child they receive. Adopted parents get to chose. I imagine there is nothing quite as good as knowing that your mom and dad made you. I imagine it is one of the finest feelings to hold and to cherish. I know that after having children there is no bond as close for me.
But there is a bond that we elevate and try to bring up close to that natural paternal and maternal bond. That is of the chosen child. I know, I know it probably is not close but it can be real cool. My mom and dad called me their special boy. And I felt like it. (I did not realize that my siblings called me that as a joke, but now I get why they made those monkey faces ;-) That is cool, because I had siblings, and they are to this day awesome. I would die for them.
Spread the Word Adoption is an Awesom option.
So as I can remember my chosen day started when I could remember. But I understand they had big parties before that. I had my regular birthday so as not to be negatively different and then we would have these great parties celebrating the completeness of my family and the day they brought me home from the hospital. Somehow I learned to give my own gifts to family on that day. Maybe just a big hug or maybe doing extra chores or maybe giving my nearest brother my bath time -- good deal all around there. I even got a special chinggoso* on my chosen day.
As I grew my chosen day became an event at school and church. I suppose in the 50’s and 60’s there was still a stigma attached to bastard illegitimate children. Very sad to think of it how could we label a child so. Well I was illegitimate and a bastard but I was also adopted. I think in the fourth grade they even had an assembly to celebrate my chosen day. I know that by then I had to address at least my grade about the wonders of being adopted. I would like to think it somehow helped, especially those in our community where these problems were likely to occur. You see my dad was a doctor and that is how he found me, prenatal. It helped me get a black eye and one broken nose, but that is what we did in the sixties. We fought. And so in fighting I knew I was just as good as the rest
So embarrassing those chew marks are not from Sophie the family dog
All can share in the adoption for I declare this your chosen day!
But let me just get to the point of my Hub. The beauty and the love and caring for what it takes to raise a stranger’s child. If you have it in your heart and soul to chose a child and take him and nurture him as your own you are amazing. If you give that child the love and encouragement to go into the world and do likewise you are some kind of god on earth. Nature will decide how long they breathe on this earth. But you have decided to make each breath beautiful and lovely. On this day, my chosen day, I chose to love and honor all of you special parents. As mine have long past I wish dearly to pick up the phone and thank them. So today on my 55th chosen day I chose all mom and dad’s as special.
*The Chinggoso (ching ga so) is a knuckle wrap on the head by your dad. It is to resolve all guilt from the year for the bad things you did, and he does not know about. Thank goodness the tradition only calls for one, but probably my dad already knew.