Un Uneventful Day

Well, the social worker has come and gone, without falling off the railing I might add. It was a pretty uneventful meeting, but it was productive. We learned that we should have had this discussion months ago. We didn’t realize that we were supposed to tell the social worker that we had changed adoption plans from a single child to siblings. So now she must make an addendum to our home study prior to sending it off to the agency, which then gets sent to the Taiwan courts. The day itself though was a little frustrating. We were told, or asked rather, to remove some of our plants because they are too low and remove the other plants because they are too high, hence we might not have any plants, ah, who needs oxygen anyway. We were also directed, asked, or suggested to possibly nail our floor lamps to the hardwood floors so that they won’t tip over on the children, as if we would let that happen. We purposely bought extremely light floor lamps so that they wouldn’t leave too big of a mark if they hit the kids (Just kidding Taiwan!). We do understand all of these requests, but I have to say, I draw the line when we are asked to put nails in our new hardwood floors! Just a question, for all of you who have had children naturally, did someone tell you where to place your plants or to nail down your floor lamps? Did our parents get the same requests? It’s a wonder that any of us survived our childhoods, I mean with playing outside until it got dark (no supervision), without electrical socket covers, lead paint, eating honey, no stove guards and of course no rubber barriers on any hard, sharp corners. I am proud to say that we did survive and we do have the scars to prove it! When we read about children being abused or left on a hospital’s doorsteps, or even when we read about parents killing their own children, I would like to know why they don’t have a social worker coming to their home asking them to move plants and lamps. Then I come to the realization, we have no say in the matter and we must keep quiet and play the game because it is the end result that matters.
*Sorry if this was a Debby Downer of a post, but sometimes things need to be said. Until next week…