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Pediatrician Update

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the ped issue. I read each comment and took it to heart. Um, except for the “do you hate white people?” one. I am a duck, people, more and more each day.

We have decided to go with the aa lady 20 minutes away. But it’s not because she’s black, though that’s a bonus. It’s because the peds across the street turned out to be neonatologists that don’t actually see regular patients (though it’s good to know that there are about 15 good peds across the street should we have any trouble with Boomer–we can literally walk to the ER). The receptionist at the hospital directed me to a big pediatrics practice that is within walking distance so I called them. I talked to three people and was on hold for what seemed like hours before someone finally told me that they don’t do visits with the parents before the baby is born. You’re just supposed to show up with your baby and hope that the ped is one you’re comfortable with. Now you veteran parents probably wouldn’t bat an eye at this, but I’m going to be a new, nervous parent and I’d like to have a good rapport with this person before the baby comes home. Adding in the stress of the adoption and the unique circumstances that come with it, I’d rather not be nervous about anything I don’t absolutely need to be. Plus, their reason for not having baby-less visits is that they are an insanely busy practice and they don’t want to take time out of the doctors’ schedules for what they don’t consider to be a necessary visit. This explanation turned me off completely. If they don’t have time for that, they don’t have time for a nervous first-time parent who is going to be calling about every bump and rash.
We figured out that before we leave for Iowa we are probably going to have less than ten visits to the ped, so a 20-minute drive is do-able. The most important thing is that I LOVE this lady. Not just for her qualifications and philosophy, but because of how she presents herself and her awesome life story (experienced illness at a young age and wanted to help kids like her; also super committed to working in low-income areas, which is why she’s working in the neighborhood she is). She knows about the adoption and had good things to say about it. She was very supportive of the decision to seek out an aa ped. Most of all, I know this is a good match because I can’t WAIT to bring our baby for her to meet.

One anxiety-producing decision made. Check!

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Nesting

I’m about to pull all of the baby things we got at the shower from the dryer and fold them. Ten minutes. I know that in ten minutes, a whole flannel and softened cotton pile of little baby things will be ready to go in the dresser drawers, and ready to wrap a certain Boomer up tight should he arrive in the next few days.

And he could…but maybe not…and will it be tomorrow (as Daisy’s baby is term right now, and could come any time), or in two weeks, or two weeks after the due date? I won’t be in labor, so I won’t know when it’s coming. And of course Daisy may decide to parent. I have this so much in mind, and qualify my statements so much that I was asked at the shower, “has there been some change in the certainty of this placement?” No, I said. Just trying to protect myself and show respect for Daisy. I have told my classes so they don’t worry if I run out of the room to answer my phone or they walk in to find a sub one day. They looked really excited when I told them.
I just finished a “lovie” for Boomer that may turn into a blanket or stay small and just be a special thing for him to clutch, if he likes it. It’s the first thing I’ve ever knitted and I want him to have it, misshapen or not.

I want this baby. I want Daisy to be able to parent. I want both things.

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Women

I have to confess: I used to loathe showers. The little games and hen chat was just not for me. Growing up I always preferred the company of boys and had a bad taste in my mouth for any kind of gathering of women. I don’t feel like teasing out why this was so; it probably has to do with the bitter, pinched-faced, cruel church ladies that weren’t so nice to my mother.

Recently, though, I have begun to love being with other women. I am beginning to appreciate the circle of womanhood and the bond we share through motherhood and other experiences unique to women in our culture. And…I love showers! I loved the one I went to last week, where we sat around eating chocolate and talking about how to raise girls in a very gendered world. I loved my own, thrown yesterday by my mother, sister, mother-in-law, and sisters-in-law.

I loved the gifts, sure, but what I loved best, and what surprised me the most, is how supported I felt. I didn’t need to explain anything about adoption. My in-laws have adopted twice, and my sisters-in-law read this blog anyway so they know where my thoughts are. All present were really kindred spirits and it was so cool just to feel like I had eight strong women pulling for me and for Attic Man during this whole nerve-wracking process.

21 days until Daisy’s due date.

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1.  Revision is a bitch.

2.  Knitting is my new form of procrastination.  I can knit for hours without noticing that everything around me is turning to shit.

3.  We are full speed ahead in getting the dogs ready for Boomer.  Right now we are on an intensive tethering schedule.  By the time the baby arrives the dogs need to be able to be tethered at all times in the house, for an hour at a time.  We’re working them up to it by giving them short times on the tethers and letting them out to play a lot.  They are not in the house untethered at all anymore.  We are getting them used to being very restricted.  They’re actually doing a pretty good job.  Lenny might just be moving out of the puppy stage!  We hope!  It’s cute, but it’s a pain.

4. We got more information about Daisy last night.  I want to know as much as possible.  Daisy wants a completely closed adoption, so the more we can tell Boomer the better.  She sounds like a really cool person, like someone I’d want to meet anyway.  Our social worker is going to ask her if we can have a picture of her and her other kids for Boomer.  She’s due on Feb. 20, so it’s getting close now.  Except it doesn’t feel like it, atall atall.  It just doesn’t feel real.

5. If this is to be our baby there will be three cousins on Attic Man’s side all within a month of the same age. How cool is that?

6.  I used to love face kisses, but ever since I discovered the dogs are eating their own poop I politely decline.  I also brush their teeth with more frequency.  How, do you ask?  Very carefully.

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Pediatricians

If Daisy places her child with us, we will have the baby for five months in Pittsburgh before we relocate. I would really like to have an African-American ped for Boomer. Here are our choices:

1. AA woman, 20 minutes away. Have talked to her on the phone and LOVE her.

2. AA man, 11 minutes away.

3. Indian woman, office is just a walk across the street.

4. Any ped across the street (we live across from a major hospital)

Who would you choose? At only 1-5 months, does the convenience of walking outweigh having an AA doctor? Won’t all peds know about AA issues? What if they don’t? Will a five-month old recognize whether or not the ped is of color?

If the kid were 6 months or older we would go for #1 or #2.

So…what do you think?

Added, in anwer to LSU Lady’s question:

At the end of the day, a superb ped of any race will do.  However, we’d like to seek out an AA ped for a few reasons: 1) One more black person for Boomer to be in close contact with; 2) Boomer will have an opportunity to be served by a person who looks like him who also has a high-status job (the more role models, the better; and because most of the people in his life who are in power will be white); 3) more familiarity with AA issues (though, as you’ve said, most peds should be good with this anyway).  I think that if we were black parents raising a black child we might not be as concerned.  It’s the transracial component of this whole thing that we’re considering.
Also, we haven’t planned out our whole family yet, but we’d like to have more than one AA child.  And no, I don’t think we’ll end up having different peds according to race–a little absurd, no?  One will be fine.  For now, for our one kid, AA is preferred.  If we have more, and they are of different races, probably one with superior credentials and of some kind of minority background.

Probably when we get to Iowa we’ll have fewer choices.

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Diva Cup

Any women around here ever use the Diva Cup? Did you like it? Would you recommend it?

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I’m Not a Dog, Continued

Whew! Just returned from an impromptu Steelers pep rally on our neighborhood’s main drag. Attic Man is down there now, waving his Terrible Towel. Even the cops are in on it. It’s GOOD to be in Pittsburgh this year!

Anyway, there was one more thing I wanted to add to the rap discussion. Last night I attended a very hip baby shower. The honoree has one boy already and just found out last week that she’s having a girl this time. So we were all talking about the various issues that come up when you raise girls, like body image and that sort of thing. We were talking about whether or not we were going to let our girls play with Barbies. It went back and forth a little bit, and then one of the ladies brought up a point from a book she’s reading. Basically, it’s that every academic mother swears she’ll never buy her daughter a Barbie…but then every academic mother ends up buying her one anyway. I don’t know if this is accurate statistically, but here’s the point: I think a lot of us academics–especially ones like me who are in cultural studies–believe that just because we’re superb critics and students of culture that we’re somehow outside of it. Which is, to be academic, pretty retarded. Because none of us are. We are gendered, for instance, and we live in a raced society. We are marked in so many ways. It is downright pretentious for us to act as if we have some kind of secret knowledge that will prevent us from falling into the many traps we theorize about all day.

Here’s what it has to do with race: Mamamarta’s right. However we present rap music to Boomer, he is still going to get it mediated through a couple of white folks. So this is to reiterate our resolve not to collect mammies for the shelf, but to give our kids opportunities to experience varieties of black culture in context. In many ways we just need to get out of the way.

And the other thing we run the risk of is turning black people into specimens for our study. We don’t want this to be our family’s social studies project. So, dude, we have to get some black friends.
In other news, wouldn’t it be cool if the year Boomer is born is the year the Steelers win the Superbowl?

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I’m not a Dog

I have a bit more clarity now on the rap issue. First, though, a quick thank-you for the encouraging responses and especially for those that thoughtfully took up the issue. I hope people continue to feel comfortable commenting on and challenging the ideas I put forward here. Because, really, I have no freakin’ clue what I’m doing with the transracial parenting thing. I read books. I think a lot. But I’ve never done this before so in a lot of ways it’s just all talk.

Now then.

1. I’m realizing that this rap project is much more for us than it is for Boomer. For most white people, rap, and the subjects often addressed in it, are just about the most unfamiliar, jarring, and scariest parts of black culture. White folks love jazz and the blues. Some will even listen to a little hip-hop on the side, if it’s not too threatening. But rap is about all those things that are uncomfortable for most people to think about: poverty, violence, drugs, prostitution, and gang life. It’s especially uncomfortable for those who don’t think of themselves as racist, because it often confirms the stereotypes we see over and over in the media: black people out of control, acting on their “primal” urges. But Attic Man and I know that cultural expression is always more complicated than it may first appear. We have already found some strong critiques of ghetto culture in the music we’ve been picking up (most especially Mos Def’s song, “Beef.” You may have seen him perform it on Dave Chappelle). We expect to find others. The point of this point, however, is that we feel that in our quest to root out our own lingering racism, racism that white liberals like us often think they’re above, we’ve got to confront the most confusing and frightening aspects of black culture and go beyond their surface representations. The black man with gold teeth and the black woman in a halter top with three different colors of hair and jeweled fingernails are both charicatures and realities; and gold teeth and flashy nails go beyond ostentation and move into, we suspect, complex interworkings of economics and social mores. So in a lot of ways the only thing this has to do with Boomer is that we hope that confronting our own stereotypes will help us be better parents to him.

2. But we’re not taking rap wholesale by any means. This morning at Mass our deacon preached about how black Catholics need to watch their language. If you aren’t a dog, don’t call yourself a dog; if you respect yourself, you won’t accept being called a ho. And if you really respect yourself and others, don’t ever use the n word. Mamamarta reminded us below that black people are certainly not univocal in their acceptance or rejection of any part of black culture, rap included. I believe it’s a form of racism when white liberals accept any part of a minority culture wholesale without acknowledging that some of it might be damaging. I continue to be horrified by the misogynistic nature of a lot of the rap I’ve come across so far. But being horrified is the first, very white response; acknowledging that it is part of black culture, just as it is very much a part of white culture, and that black folks have their cultural demons, too, is moving towards a more mature response. Moving beyond acknowledgment to asking questions about why this misogyny exists is better still. If black parents who share my beliefs don’t want their kids to grow up calling themselves and their friends n’s, neither should I. This morning after Mass I said to Attic Man, “we can burn some CDs to listen to before Boomer comes in order to learn more about rap. But we won’t be be playing music that denegrates black folks, even if sung by blacks themselves, in our house.” He agreed. We’re still going to educate ourselves–it would be irresponsible to reject something before really knowing what it is. But we’ll be very selective when it comes to our kids.

I have more thoughts, but the STEELERS! are about to win the AFC Championship.

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Rap, Rap, Rippity Rap

NOTE: Link at bottom is now song instead of lyrics.
In our preparations to parent an African-American child we’re entering the once foreign world of rap music. Now, I have talked before (and Dawn has reminded me) about how race is a social construct. I am fully aware that Boomer is not going to emerge from the womb crying, “waaaaaayo! waaaaaaforreal! waaaaa’ight!” And I also know that he is going to culturally take after us the most, at least during his formative years.
However, because of his appearance, he is going to be perceived by the rest of society as black. This recognition means two things: many white people will treat him differently because of his hair texture and skin color, and because of this he will experience racism, both subtle and outright; and he will be in many cases accepted into the black community not just on his appearance alone but because of the experiences of being black in this country he will share with other black people. Also, of course, his birth parents will be black, and it is important for us to acknowledge and honor them in his upbringing.

Attic Man and I have talked a lot about code-switching. It’s something a lot of black folks have had to learn how to do. It’s the ability to change your speech patterns, body language, and other subtle cues to give you the best chance of surviving in whatever environment you find yourself in. So for instance, code-switching can allow a black man to be (more) accepted in both a corporate boardroom and on the corner. These are not the only two places–they are just examples. Other spaces include the family, the church (of all stripes), public thoroughfares, various neighborhoods, and all social classes (including middle-class black). The extent to which someone is able to code-switch often determines their level of success. And by success I don’t just mean the all-American make-alotta-money kind but also social success at all levels. I mean also belongingness.

At some point Boomer is going to feel compelled to make decisions about his identity as a black man in this world. This means he’s going to have to figure out what it means in terms of his white middle-class academic liberal upbringing and in terms of the other spaces he might be invited into. What I’m thinking is that if he chooses to identify as a black man whose history is connected to that of the larger African-American community, there is a certain amount of cultural knowledge he’s going to need to have. Of course we will make sure that he, just like any other child of any other ‘race’ we might have, has a thorough understanding of American history and the role of African-American people in it. But part of that history is also music and art and literature (both written and oral). We don’t want him to step out into the black community cold not knowing anything of it.

“Knowing” is different, though, from memorizing facts about black history and being able to recite the history of hip-hop. It means learning culture the old-fashioned way: by living it. Reading and listening out of context is, I believe, an irresponsible way to raise a child of color. Amber has written about the danger of appropriating other cultures and I agree with her. As she has described, a preschool of mostly white kids celebrating Kwanzaa from a teacher’s guide is not doing anything to advance understanding between social groups and may indeed serve to further alienate them. This kind of context-less appropriation is at the very least disrespectful and at the most racist. So we don’t intend to have lots of good ‘black’ books around play rap and jazz and have that be that. We intend to continue to make connections with black people, not in a forced way (“hey! you’re black! Let’s be friends!”) but by trying to accept opportunities when they arise. Sometimes that has meant putting ourselves in the position to have opportunities, like joining St. Benedict the Moor church. The advantage of this approach is not just that it gives our kid people who look like him and understand some of the issues he’ll be facing, but that other black people will be able to model for him different ways to be black. You can be black and a professional; black and a laborer; black and a rapper; black and a violinist; Afrocentric; loud; understated; proud; shy; and really, the list is endless. We want Boomer to encounter as many people as possible living in as many ways as possible.
The other reason for our foray into rap is for us and our own lingering racism. Rap is often seen by the white folks as the mouthpiece for a violent and misogynistic culture (as if black folks have the corner on that market…), and a brief flip through a rap video does nothing to disabuse one of that notion, as long as one is just passing through. But if we’re able to look at rap the same way we do other forms of cultural expression–as an artform that is, as I like to say to my students, in conversation with culture–we can start to look past that very simplistic white reading of rap (“it’s not real music; it’s just noise; it’s dirty and violent”) and think about how it reflects, critiques, distorts, interacts with, and transforms black culture. I hope that in doing so (and, again, in not limiting our experience to a few albums and videos out of context) we’ll be able to peel another layer of our deeply ingrained, subletly pervasive racism. This step is crucial because if Boomer cranks the stereo with Mos Def when he’s 15 we won’t have to worry about the “this is noise” comment also communicating that to be black is to be noisy and culturally unrefined, and that because Boomer is black he must also be noisy and culturally unrefined.

The plan is, then, to continue to read on hair and music and that sort of thing, and to start to acclimate our ears to different sounds, along with our continued effort to put ourselves in the path for friendships and acquaintanceships with black folks. We will be sure to play rap, among many other kinds of music (“white” and “black”) in our home and car. We’ve talked about the appropriateness of some of the lyrics–especially the use of the n word, which we’d like him to understand the implications of before he hears it in a song–and we’ve decided to play whatever for the first six months and then make some mixed CDs of stuff that’s more appropriate for younger kids. Right now very high on the list is an incredible piece by Mos Def and Talib Kweli, “Astronomy (8th Light)” from Blackstar.

I don’t have all the answers. I just think we owe it to our kid to explore the questions.

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1. I got a very interesting email in response to my “Yo-yo” post, specifically when I said, “if you think there’s no difference between raising a kid who society labels biracial and one labeled black, you haven’t read enough.” We were amazed at how our thinking about parenting transracially changed when we were considering a biracial baby versus one that would be identified as black. Here is how I responded, with some rewriting:

Some time in the three days we were waiting to hear from Lily we watched
Spike Lee’s School Daze, which is set in the 80’s on the campus of a
black college. It’s all about the hierarchy of skin and hair in the black
community (light skin and loosely curled hair for many people is associated with higher social class, being more ‘civilized,’ having more money, etc; darker skin and coarser hair is associated with being ‘blacker,’ more authentic, more committed to the black cause). VERY interesting (also kind of hokey and funny). I also just finished reading a book entitled Hair Story, which is a very readable history of black hair in America and its role in the community from West Africa in the 15th century, through slavery to the present day. So there’s the hierarchy of degree of blackness and how that affects a person’s view of him or herself–and how he or she is viewed–in the black community and in white society.

Then there’s the ‘inbetweenness’ issue. For a biracial person–and by that I
mean someone who is labeled such, ’cause there’s no such thing as ‘pure’–there’s the experience of some of not feeling like one is truly white or truly black–wondering how to form an identity while straddling the expectations of two different communities. There are the questions from others like, “what ARE you, anyway?”. Betweenness is actually an academic interest of mine, and I’m working with it in terms of contemporary Irish poetry. It gets really complicated when you’re talking about identity formation.

Then there are the transracial parenting issues. Attic Man brought something up to
me when we were first considering Lily’s baby. When you’re planning to parent a
child who’s so obviously not ‘yours,’ everybody knows it right away. They might
think you’re babysitting, but they’re not going to think that you gave birth to
or contributed DNA to that child. Shannon and Cole will never be mistaken for
Nat’s biological parents (except maybe by a blind person…) But with a biracial baby, there are all of these assumptions people will feel free to make about your sexual activities. And for us it was an entirely different thing to know that someone might challenge our parentage when one of us is out alone with the baby based on how our kid looks (you know, like, that one of us cheated or something). We talked about it, and it wasn’t a deal breaker for us–just a new challenge that we’d have to face, one that would be very different from parenting a darker baby with coarser hair.

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Gotta go walk the pooches.  More later.

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