Once every few months, Heather and I talk about having another kid, though usually only briefly, and kind of in the same way other people talk about the weather, or what to eat for dinner:
"You think we should have another baby?"
"I don't know. We've got our hands pretty full with these two."
"Yeah, would be nice to have another baby in the house though."
"Well we'd have to adopt."
"Yeah, that could get expensive."
etc....
Recently, however, McKenna's started asking about getting a baby sister, and we talked about it more seriously. In part, spurred on by discussions at Sepia Mutiny and this post by Scott Carney, we talked about adopting an Indian baby girl.
Last night, when we looked into the logistics, however, most of the adoption agencies in India would not adopt to a family that's not Indian in heritage. I was a little shocked and dismayed and offended.
It might be because I'm white that I'm not used to discrimination based on my heritage and bland tapioca pudding-like complexion that I was offended, but I think also because I thought that with so many kids around the world in dire situations the agencies would seek to find any loving home for the kids regardless of color.
I love being a daddy, more than anything else I've ever done, and I adore and love my two kids to distraction. But I also see kids neglected or in need of love and attention and I want to wrap my arms around them too.
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