Resolutions – Why Make ‘Em?

Fireworks to Celebrate the New Year

Resolutions – Why Make ‘Em?

It’s the second week in January.  So how are your resolutions going?

The Surprising Stats

According to The Guardian’s poll, only 32% of people make New Years’ resolutions.  I was surprised how few people make them.  I never make them, but thought I was among the few, not the many.

Of the resoluters,  35% want to lose weight, while 33% wanted to get fitter and 31% wanted to eat more healthily.  Well, that covers 99% of the group.

That’s boring.  I was hoping for things like try rock climbing or start a Meetup hiking group.  Something unusual or ever thought about.

But, here’s the best part of the survey results, look at the rest of the list:

  • Take better care of my appearance – that goes with the first 3 in my opinion.
  • See more of friends/family
  • Find more time for myself (e.g. more me time)
  • Get a better work-to-life balance
  • Stop drinking alcohol/drink less
  • Give up smoking
  • Other
  • Don’t know

These are not inspired.

My favorite is “don’t know.”  So these people want to make a resolution, but can’t figure out what they need to do or improve.  Perhaps, they can try being more decisive?

How Long They’ll Stick to It

Well ….. they don’t last long.

  • Not even a month – 31%
  • One month or less – 30%
  • Less than three months – 16%
  • Less than a year – 24%

These same people make resolutions every year and don’t stick to it.

Diet is the one broken most; usually in a few weeks.

The good news is the health club and diet food industry booms in January and falls off in February.

But there have to be better resolutions to make.

Aspirational Resolutions

Try these:

  • Set foot on each of the seven continents, even Antarctica.
  • Cross a country on a bicycle.
  • Live like a local for a month in a foreign country.
  • Go heli-skiing.
  • Climb one of the world’s Seven Summits.
  • Dive with a whale shark (Dolphins do not count).
  • SCUBA the Great Barrier Reef.
  • Volunteer abroad for a month.
  • Go on a safari (not in Disney World either).
  • Climb an active volcano.
  • Photograph an endangered species.
  • Teach English in a foreign country.
  • Attend the Olympics.
  • Visit every capital city in Europe.
  • Shake hands with someone famous.

These are resolutions that may encourage me to make one.

So, seize the day or year or bucket list.  Pick a couple and let me know your plans.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gotcha Day! An Adoption Celebration

Gotcha Day Adoption Day

Gotcha Day! An Adoption Celebration

Recently I heard about the yearly way people celebrate the day a child came into their lives.  It’s called Gotcha Day! An Adoption Celebration.  Wow! I had no idea this was a thing.  I’m a big fan of adoption which definitely came from my family.

A quote from my mom, “There are many children who need parents; and twice as many empty, open arms wanting to hold them.”

Whether Gotcha Day or Adoption Day, it’s wonderful that every year a child is reminded how much they are wanted.

Controversial? How is That Possible?

You know me; I see something and want to know more.  After I searched, I found a bunch of articles on how to celebrate the Adoption Day and several on why it’s a bad idea.

Hmmm … What’s the Right Answer?

Before I share the details, here is my take.  It depends on the child and the family whether to celebrate it or not.

Here’s the Pros

It reminds a child how much they are wanted.  This is especially helpful when a child comes from another country and blends into a family with biological children too.

Celebrations run from cards, cakes, family pictures, gifts, looking at family pictures from the first day they came together as a family, doing a family craft or project, and even volunteering.  Pinterest has hundreds of boards on the subject. Some celebrations are big and others are intimate to the family.

One of the consistent thing adoptive children are told, that biological children aren’t, is … “they are special and chosen.”

I’m sure most of the adoptive children say to themselves, “good choice.”

And, children over ten, who are adopted, love this celebration more than younger ones.  In most instances, they have wanted a stable and permanent family for a long time.  This celebration gives them comfort and security.

Again, my personal bias, is to never call a child your adoptive child.  Once you  are on the track to adopt, the child is your child.  No additional adjectives are necessary.  That doesn’t mean there aren’t some nuances that you need to  address.

Parents of adoptive children worry about their health and welfare and making their lives full of love, fun, activity and successes.  They also worry about how to maintain an identity that relates to their country of origin and/or find good things to say about their biological family.

This helps the child feel they come from a place where someone made a sacrifice or choice to give them a better life.

Kid’s Have Questions

Even if your child is told from the beginning they were adopted and wanted, at some point, the child will have questions about their past.

My research showed there are several key points in life this happens.  They are: when the children are teens searching for their individualism; when they are ready to have children; when they have a severe challenge with their family; and, when they are older and their adoptive parents pass.

One family I know, did an amazing thing.  They have children who were adopted from China as infants.  So when they were tweens, they took them on a trip to China.  Before they left, the family planned which cities they would visit.  One daughter wanted to see the orphanage she was from.  The other daughter wanted to experience the culture.

So these parents preempted their children’s questions.  They gave them the gift of experience and choice.  Remarkably, the children said, they felt it bonded them even more to their family than made they feel the need to know more about their biological parents or families.

Another take comes from a different direction.  I know one child who loved hearing over and over about the day she joined her family.  Part of that story involved how her caregiver cried and didn’t want to let her go.

The US Statistics – from childtrends.org

Overall, adopted children in the U.S. fare about as well as children in the general population.  About two percent of the U.S. child population is adopted, either from foster care or through private domestic or international adoption.

In the U. S. today there are 1.8 million children who have been adopted, though they are a small proportion of all U.S. children.

113_fig2They are also less likely to live below the poverty level (12 and 18 percent, respectively), and more likely to live in families with incomes more than four times the poverty level (37 and 30 percent, respectively); in other income categories the two groups of children are similarly distributed.

Most adopted children are in families that provide experiences that, according to developmental research, are important for child well-being. In some instances, adopted children fare better in this regard than children in the general population. For example, young adopted children (ages 0-5) are more likely to be read to every day (68 versus 48 percent), to be sung or told stories to every day (73 versus 59 percent), and to eat meals with their families six or more days per week (56 versus 52 percent). Older adopted children (ages 6-17) are more likely than older children in general to participate in organized activities outside of school (85 and 81 percent, respectively).

In this country, children come into adoption through one of three primary routes. As of 2007, one-quarter (25 percent) were adopted from other countries, typically with the assistance of a private adoption agency. Thirty-seven percent were adopted from foster care, and 38 percent were adopted privately–i.e., without the involvement of a public child welfare agency.

The Cons of Gotcha Day – Please Remember I Love Adoption

(oh I’m not giving names or sources here, because I do not want to give them a forum for their negativity)

One of the articles shares the story of a female author who writes books on international adoptions.  She doesn’t celebrate Adoption Day because of how traumatic the day was to her child when they took her, as an infant, from her international home.

Hmmm … Was it traumatic for the child?  Or the parents?

This same author writes that adoption is affiliated with loss and abandonment.

I must hmmm again.   If the event is joyous and the child feels wanted, the other part sounds like this woman is focusing on the negative.  Sure you have to ensure the child’s feeling of comfort and security, but giving too much emphasis on the sad situation that made the child available is kinda, well, unkind.

Another person wrote, “the word “Gotcha” is deeply insulting, especially in light of unethical international adoption agencies. No matter how pure your dreams of being a parent are, she feels, “a child just isn’t something to be gotten like a car or a computer.”

Another hmmm moment.   I’m not overly versed on the topic of unethical adoption, but a quick search leads you to the point that people pay for a mother to give them their child once born.

They consider it monetizing the adoption process.  From what I understand about international adoptions, they run about $10,000+ to go through the process.  Surrogacy isn’t looked poorly upon.  Surrogacy can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

So why is paying medical expenses, food and housing for someone who is going to put their child into the adoption process anyway, wrong?

It’s my understanding that, depending what state you’re in, the biological mother has a number of days or months to change her mind.  Talk about risk for the adoptive family. Yikes!

A Story of  Risk

This happened to one of my former neighbors.  They interviewed several birth mothers; and the birth mothers also interviewed them.  After sharing family photo albums and how they plan to care for the child, they found a match.

When the magic day came, they went to the hospital for the birth of their child.  They took her home.  Bonded with her; and introduced her to her new family and friends in our neighborhood.  Then, after three days, the biological mother changed her mind and wanted the child back.  My neighbors’ shock, sadness and disbelief were more than words can describe.

The biological mother, through the hospital social worker, also said that she doesn’t have any clothes, crib, bedding, bottles or other essentials to care for the baby; and asked if she could have all the things my neighbors bought.

With kindness for the child in their hearts, they gave the biological mother two outfits, two blankets, bottles and diapers.  However, they nicely said, we plan to have another child and we feel we’d like to keep most of our items for that child.  Two years later, they did adopt a baby and were over the moon.

They also worried for years if their “almost” daughter was safe and well cared for. 

Gotcha Day! An Adoption Celebration

Call it anything you like.  As long as the child feels part of a family, important, welcome, love and care, the likelihood of it being negative is low.

So give all your children an extra squeeze tonight.  As The Beatles sing, “Love is All you Need.

If you’d like to share your story with us, please give us a shout.

BTW – November is National Adoption Month

Christmas Food Hangover Survival Guide

Christmas Food Hangover

Christmas Food Hangover Survival Guide

Well Christmas just wrapped up.  There are gifts to return, leftovers to freeze and some family visits that still need to be made.  But, how can you do this, when you still have a Christmas Food Hangover?

I’m writing this blog, because I just read an article that gave the same old repackaged ideas how to avoid gaining weight at the holidays.  Use a small plate … are you kidding me?

This is how you handle an Italian Christmas Food Hangover

  1. Exercise like a banshee for 2 weeks before Christmas.  Wait you are too busy making cookies and buying gifts for everyone, anyone knows, there’s no way that can happen.
  2. Exercise like a banshee for 2 weeks after Christmas.  What?  You’ll barely be able to move your feet to get to the fridge to get leftovers or reach the cookie plate on the coffee table.
  3. Slowly ween yourself off the pace you were eating during the holidays.  Ok, that must sounds a little more reasonable.
  4. Slowly move to more proteins and more fruits and vegetables.  Some fried eggplant is a good starter food.
  5. Freeze some of the leftovers.  Now you aren’t tempted to eat them; and saving them for another time.  Hey you may want to remember the holiday, have empty fridge and need to go grocery shopping or just want to eat the stuff.
  6. Slow down the drinking.  Move to wine only.  Forget the cordials, frozen and cream drinks.
  7. Spend sometime with your Madigan friends.  They have no idea what you are trying to overcome and will offer a welcome distraction.
  8. Try to only go out with friends who are from out of town to extend the Christmas celebration.  This will limit your alcohol intake and give you some subtle exercise.
  9. Don’t take Miralax.  Once that takes its course, you’re just going to be hungry again.
  10. Don’t eat anything your great grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.
  11. Try not to eat alone. lol.  You’re an Italian American, that’s one you don’t have to worry about. 
  12. Halfmoons bought at a gas stations are risky.   They sell fuel; remember that.  If you see halfmoons anywhere except an Italian bakery, do not buy them.  This is a reminder Xmas is over.

There are no 30 day outpatient detox centers or short rehabs for overeating.  These 12 behaviors are your only choice.

Hopefully by following these simple rules, you will be fine by March.  Just three months to getting rid of your Christmas Food Hangover.

Boun appetite and a belated Boun Natale.

Home For Christmas – If Only in My Dreams

Home For Christmas

I Wish I was Home For Christmas – If Only in My Dreams

Not being home for Christmas is something that I’m sure a ton of people experience.  For me, my definition of Christmas has changed over the years.  My parents are gone and my family is all over the place.  So now my holidays are with Chip’s family.  When I say (or sing – no worries that audio I will not include), I’ll be Home for Christmas – If Only in My Dreams.  My dreams are actually my memories.

The hardest thing for me is that Chip‘s family Christmas is very nice and loving and generous, but other than gift-giving, it’s nothing like the ones my family shared.  So I’m going to ask you to relive with me a couple of my favorite Christmas memories from growing up.  These aren’t in any order.

Santa Was Stolen From Our Front Yard

Lawn Santa
Not our actual Santa but this is what he looked like.

In Upstate NY, the ground freezes early and snow starts falling in October and you’re getting lots of snow in November.  So people put their Christmas lights and decorations out in November and things don’t thaw until March.  People see your lighting choices for a long time.

From before my brother and I were born, my parents put out a Santa on our side  lawn and would attach it to the bird house pole.

When I was a freshman in high school, some one stole our Santa.  We were disappointed, and it was a little sentimental, but we knew we’d survive.

But then, something unexpected happened.  My dad was telling the story at his store; and it was overheard by a reporter from the local paper.  The theft of our Santa became a front page story.

The story described how badly my parents wanted children and with that hope they bought this Santa thinking someday their kids would enjoy it.  My dad told them that kids in the neighborhood would look out their windows and say good night to Santa; and he wished someone would return him.  And then, he told the reporter how sad his daughter was that her Santa was gone.

Remember, I was a freshman in HS.  So when I went to school the next day, everyone asked me about Santa and some people teased me asking if I still believed (I do btw).  So I came home and told my dad about the reaction to Santa’s mysterious disappearance as well as how “not so happy” I was that people were teasing me about it.

Well, that same night, one of our neighbors called.   Our Santa was in a snow bank outside their house.  Santa was returned.  And, you know what?  I couldn’t have been happier that he was back.

Until a few years before my dad passed, in 2003 at 78 years, he put that Santa out for us. That Santa was easily over 45-50 years old.

The Cute and Scary Stuffed Tiger

My godfather took his job seriously.  He was warm and made special time for me.  Every year he gave me wonderfully thoughtful and fun gifts.  Except for when I was 4.

He showed up with a sitting  stuffed  tiger that was bigger than me.

I was scared to death.  Everyone was making a fuss about how cute it was.  And he really was.  They also wanted to take a picture of me with it.  So, they did.  You can see how tentative I was hugging it.  As the story goes, I couldn’t stop crying the more they tried to get me to like it.

My sweet, thoughtful godfather had to take it back with him.

Matching Christmas Pajamas

For years, my parents used to buy us matching Christmas pajamas.  The deal was we were supposed to wear them Christmas Eve and have them on for Christmas morning.  As I think of it, I guess it was for photo ops.  Thank goodness there was no Instagram then.

One year, the pajamas were red stripped and had little hats.  My hat was kinda like a Hollie Hobby doll’s and my brothers was similar Gilligan’s from Gilligan’s Island.

When I tell you my brother hated that hat, it would be too weak a word.  He despised it.  He wished he was allowed to play with matches so he could burn it.

But my parent’s made him wear it, but only for the pictures by our cardboard fireplace as we opened our toys.  The thing he most wanted to avoid.

The pictures are priceless to me.  Now that he can use matches, I have to make sure he can’t find the pictures, because  he would burn them.  Then the story would lack verifying evidence.

The Annual Tree Trimming Party – Can you say Brandy Alexanders?

Although of varying size (some years 10 people some years 70), each year, two weeks before Christmas, my family had a huge tree trimming party.   The only rule for the party was … everyone there had to put one ornament on the tree.

There was food and drinks.  Sometimes Santa came.  Sometimes there were gifts.  It was also always fun.

Before signature drinks were popular, the signature drink of the tree trimming party were Brandy Alexanders.   My dad had this oversized liquor shaker.

It was heavy, silver with a spout.  He’d put the drink ingredients in the shaker with a bunch of ice.  The way you knew the Brandy Alexanders were ready was that the outside of the shaker became frosted.  However, the way it became frosted was that it had to be constantly shaken.

My parents were entertaining for most of the time.  So we would pass the shaker around and people would shake it until they couldn’t take it anymore.  Then it would go to the next person.   And people had muscle aches the next day from shaking.

But… mmm. mmm, they were delicious.  Yes, I was allowed to taste them without my parents being arrested for letting a minor take a smidgy widgy sip of a drink.

A few years, we had nuns from our school come to the party.  They guzzled those things.  I guess it beats sacramental church wine.

A Tree Trimming Sub-Story

Oh yeah, and we also used the icicle garland which was an absolute mess.

We had two cousins who were a year apart  and polar opposites.

One would put the icicles on the tree one by one..  His brother would throw them on in handfuls.  He’d then mess up the ones his brother patiently and precisely put on the tree.

There’s a similar story regarding sunflower seeds.  I’ll save that for another time.

Why I find this funny is beyond me.   But back to other stories.

After I Moved Away

After high school, I was one of the 12 people, from my class of 284, who moved away.  I felt the world was big and there was excitement beyond my dreams waiting for me.  After college, I ended up in Boston.

Boston at Christmas

By 30, I came to appreciate my home town more than anyone could know.  Big cities have much more to talk about , see, do and shop.  I have made some amazing friends.  Big cities also have people who are opportunistic and many times willing to be inappropriate to get what they want.   This is nothing like where I grew up.  Our little community was honest, giving, easygoing,  had good humor. and respect and appreciation for family.  It also has my heart.

At Christmas, we would go to my parents’ house.  And nothing was better than the feeling of getting off the exit for my town.  The excitement grew the closer we got to my house.  My stomach would start to flip as we drove up my street.  And, then I would see Santa and my eyes would tear up a little.

When we’d walk into my parents house; there were big hugs and a fuss was made.  There was a sampling of food and cookies on the table; and, there,  decorated as it always was, stood the live  Christmas tree perched in the old red and green stand.

But most importantly, I was home.

This can’t happen anymore.

So,  I’ll be home for Christmas – if Only in My dreams