The Colossal List of Adoption Shower Ideas

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Our first adoptions were done through the foster to adopt program so we weren’t able to celebrate when our children first came to us. When our oldest daughter’s adoption finalized more than 4 years after she came to live with us, a group of my friends threw me a surprise shower at a restaurant with gifts and the most lovely cards. Then when we got her birth sister as a baby, friends threw her and I an adoption shower. It was such a special time for me to be able to publicly acknowledge this huge event in our family!

Over the years, I had held baby showers for numerous friends and relatives and as all babies deserve to be celebrated, I had missed being able to have this event for my babies. It was all the more special to be able to commemorate my new baby’s induction into our family at her shower.

Years later when we brought home two children from Ethiopia, we waited until they adjusted before we held a welcome party for them at our home.

These events are important commemorations and being able to share them with friends and family make them even more meaningful.

Shower themes and ideas:

Happy Home Fairy shares a shower for a Russian adoption including martyroshkas (Russian Nesting Dolls) as decor and many personal touches.

The Sweetest Occasion shares ideas for an older child adoption shower or celebration.

These Three Remain has ideas for decorations and food for a Chinese adoption shower.

The Pleated Poppy has cute ideas for a globe themed adoption shower that could be used for any international adoption.

This adoption shower has wonderful photos and some really lovely ideas for incorporating faith and prayer.

This surprise Chinese adoption shower featured on Party Wagon has beautiful decorations and all sorts of special details.

I like the way this adoption coffee and dessert party also teaches guests a bit about Ethiopia.

This Heaven Sent shower could be used for a domestic or international adoption.

Globes and paper airplanes are the theme of this shower which would be perfect for any international adoption.

The Paper Pony has some ideas for an adoption shower that involve the whole family.

I love, love, love the favors at this Ethiopia adoption shower! (the cake is adorable too)

This Storybook Adoption Shower incorporates ideas that are great if you don’t know the gender of the child being adopted.

Even a simple idea like these Africa shaped cookies adds a special touch to an adoption shower.

I love the fingerprint tree in this adoption shower for an older child, indicating everyone’s support and love.

Hostess with the Mostess shares a Precious Cargo Vintage Travel shower that is just adorable!

Sweet Designs has a travel inspired party with just the most delicious little details.

Living a Radical Life has ideas for a vintage travel theme for an adoption from Thailand. My favourite thing about this one is that they share with shower guests how to best support the adoptive family once home…a fabulous idea for any adoption shower!

Pure of Faith shares of an Ethiopian adoption party that includes treasures to keep forever.

This Ethiopian adoption shower includes such lovely little touches!

Invitations:

Tiny Prints offers several styles of Adoption Shower invitations.

They also offer adoption announcements.

Shower gift ideas:

Books are my favourite gift for new babies, birthdays, graduations and holidays. Books make a perfect for an adoption shower. You could choose one of the many great children’s books available about adoption or choose a book for the new parents such as The Connected Child: Bringing Hope and Healing to your Adoptive Family (especially good for a toddler or older child adoption) or Loved by Choice (my favourite treasury of heartwarming adoption stories).

Personalized gifts such as this Chosen Heart Adoption Frame, an adoption Christmas ornament, a quilt or blanket, or a special wall hanging or work of art.

Cafepress and Etsy are both great places to find personalized gifts such as jewelry, handmade items, artwork and clothing.

Another thing that is nice to consider is a donation to the orphanage the child came from or to a clean water project in the community they were born if it is an international adoption. The family may request donations be made to an adoption grant organization. There are also ways to give a gift and contribute to an adoption fundraiser as there are many families selling items to fundraise for their adoptions.

Additional ideas:

It is always a nice tribute to the child if you can incorporate their country or culture in some way in the celebration whether that be in the food you choose to serve, the music you play, the decorations or colour scheme, or the gifts. There are situations where it is also appropriate to honour the child’s first family in some way at the shower as well.

For more ideas, you may want to follow my Adoption Showers Board on Pinterest.

Cocooning Conclusion

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author: Denise

Many of you have been helped by reading Denise’s previous posts on Cocooning (Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3) and today, she is sharing her experience now that they have finished cocooning with their daughter. 

If we aren’t careful, parenting can be such a minefield of opinions and judgments. Adoptive parenting is certainly no exception. I have had much loving support in our decision to cocoon, but I have also had opposition. Some people seem to feel judged by my posts because they chose not to cocoon. Others had never heard of it and wish they had known of this option when their child first came home which has resulted in some feelings of regret.

If there is one thing I keep learning over and over again, it is that it is always dangerous to judge other people’s parenting choices. There are so many things I have done that I swore I would never do… or have not done that I was sure I would do!

I can honestly tell you that cocooning was incredibly hard. Much harder than I expected it to be. And I am an introvert by nature – so I can only assume it might be even that much harder on an extroverted mother. What made cocooning so hard was not so much the isolation from the world, but it was the insanity in our home coupled with the isolation from the world. At one point, I searched through blogs about cocooning and saw how many mothers started out with intentions to cocoon, but simply couldn’t keep it up. I considered quitting as well (many times) – but Giselle’s needs and temperament simply wouldn’t allow it.

I have heard that bringing a child home in the toddler years is one of the hardest/worst times to bring about this huge life change for them. They are not so young that they don’t notice the changes, and they are not so old as to understand any explanations given to them. All they know is, “that was my home, and these people took me away”. Of course each situation is unique, and each child is unique in how they perceive life and handle change.

Saying goodbye to her Haitian Nana.
First days with us. I knew she was stressed, but now I can see the intensity of it on her face.

Do I think cocooning is a must in every adoption situation? Not necessarily to the degree we did. But I do think it is important for families to know about this option and to seriously consider it for their family. I think it would be ideal for families to prepare for the possibility that their child will need this, but certainly not all children will need to cocoon to the extent that Giselle did.

I am so very thankful we were already prepared to do this – mentally and in our family’s scheduling. I can only imagine that Giselle’s healing would have taken much, much longer had we not cocooned. She was the type of child who needed this SO incredibly much, and now that we are 8 months into getting to know her, I am absolutely certain that we would have years and years of repercussions to deal with down the road had we not taken her into her new world very slowly.

How do I know this? When she first came home, she slept absolutely horribly. She cried and whined a good part of the night – she really was traumatized by her transport into this completely different world. If I had to make an outing for any reason (ie – the grocery store for some milk, or to the bank), she would sleep even worse that night. One sure trigger every single time was if another person would come up to her, look her in the eye and talk to her. Then I knew it was game over for sure – we weren’t sleeping for at least the next 3 nights.

This became even more evident at around 3-4 months home when she finally started sleeping a bit better. Any new stress during the day would result in a very restless, fitful sleep again. I was expecting to cocoon for 6 weeks. I counted down the days anxiously. At the end of 4 weeks we could manage a quick shopping trip without too much trauma. But she was nowhere near okay at 6 weeks. And so I dug my heals in for the 3 month mark. By 3 months home, we could do a quick visit at one or two close friends/family. They could come to our house for even shorter visits with minimal “damage”. But she would still get easily confused as to who the new “mother” was, and which one she should be listening to and going to for her needs.

At 4.5 months home, we had planned to go visit family for Christmas (an 8 hour road trip). But after a busy week, and a few Christmas parties, she fell apart and I knew there was no way we could make the trip. So we adjusted our plans (after grieving a little bit) to hunker down for a quiet Christmas at home.

At 7 months home, I finally saw a huge jump in her confidence about where she fit into our family, and that our family unit is consistent. It does not change. People might visit, but they will leave; our family unit doesn’t change. Family members might leave, but they always come back because our family unit doesn’t change. People can talk sweetly to her and maybe even pick her up and that’s okay, but she still knows to whom she belongs.

I saw this so evident in our trip to visit family at Easter. While at Christmas she still felt very insecure if someone spoke sweetly to her and got in her space… at Easter, family she had never met were doing those same things, but it didn’t seem to make her feel insecure about my relationship with her. That was a huge relief! I didn’t even realize how hyper-vigilant I had become about how people would talk to her, how close they were or how much eye contact they tried to make – because those things would always pull her away from me and confused her. On this trip, I would pull her aside a few times per day and make sure we played our little games to connect with each other. She was always willing to connect, and then would happily go off to play. In the past, when feeling unsure, she would always pull away from me and resist connection.

Our trip hasn’t been without payback. She has reverted back to some of her old tricks of screaming and tantruming instead of using her words. Of being rough with the other kids, defiant to me and some control battles. But they are manageable and still in a context of feeling connected with me.

In conclusion, cocooning was a lifesaver for our family. While it was incredibly hard, the rewards of it are beyond measure for Giselle, and the therefore. general peace of our family – because she is at peace. The gift that cocooning gives, is giving a baseline of “normal” for your child. Because at about 6 weeks home when she was adjusting and becoming more comfortable in our family, we could see her at her “normal”. Then when she was in a situation she found stressful, we could see her stress coming out in ways that weren’t her normal. Without that baseline, I don’t know how I would have known to read her cues.

The drawback to cocooning was my extreme loneliness on top of the fatigue and stress. That didn’t help our bonding as I was easily frustrated and upset. In hindsight, we should have had Darren take paternity leave for at least 1-3 months. I think it would have set us up for better ways of dealing with stressful situations at home that I just didn’t have the chance to implement on my own. I was literally trying to survive moment by moment. The challenge now is to unlearn some of my ways of dealing with Giselle and to work more on making our relationship more fun.

Thank you for so many of you who have encouraged, understood and supported our decision to allow Giselle to adjust to her new life at her own pace. Some days that understanding was what helped me to get through just one more day. And you all share in the rewards now – as she is, for the most part, a happy and confident little girl.

In her own words…

“Daddy, Mommy, Kylar, Amara and Giselle. Everybody my family! Giselle happy family!”

Denise and her husband are blessed to be the parents of one son by birth and two daughters by adoption (from the USA and Haiti). Denise is a regular contributor at Adoption Magazine and blogs at Pressing In.

The Missing Years

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The first time I met my son Snuggle Puppy he was 7 years old. My daughter Dancing Queen was 4. That day, I didn’t give much thought to the missing years, the ones they had lived before me.

It’s been three and a half years now and those missing years get thought about a lot these days. Snuggle Puppy has some concrete memories about his life in Ethiopia, his life before the orphanage, his life before us. Dancing Queen doesn’t remember anything concrete. Her memories consist of bits and pieces sewn together from things she’s heard and pictures she’s seen. Yet they both ask me things that I will never be able to answer.

How old were they when they took their first steps? What was their first word? How much did they weigh when they were born? Was she always afraid of the dark? Has he always loved spicy food? What did they look like as babies?

Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see a baby picture of them, to see any picture of them before the first ones we have of them at 7 and 4, standing in front of the orphanage wall.

I know that when they have their babies, they will want to know again what they looked like as a baby and I will be wondering it too. I know that when they get married, we will be missing years of pictures to put in the slide show.

But it’s more than that. It’s beginning to feel like a loss for me, those missing years of my children’s lives. I grieve it sometimes, wish I could have been there, wish I could have known them, held them, nursed them, sung them to sleep. Wish I could have protected them from all that was to come.

Those missing years are hard for them too. They feel divided loyalty. They sit and look at our family photo albums from the years before they came and say they wish they had been here, but then feel badly for the years they would have missed with their first mom. They sometimes say that they wish they had grown in my belly and then half an hour later, act out and I know that it is because of guilt they are feeling because it’s like they wished their first mom away. Because adoption is complicated.

My oldest turned 18 last week. He was born to me so I have been there since before he took his last breath. I found myself reflecting on all those little baby details, the expressions on his little face when he was dreaming, the way he sighed sometimes just after falling asleep, the brightness of his eyes in the morning, the surprise at his finding his voice, the delight of discovering his toes. As I thought back on those precious memories, it was bittersweet. My baby boy is no longer a baby, but an adult, but that was not the only thing that made the memories bittersweet.

It was again the loss of those missing years with two of my kids, those unknowns that can never be known, those memories that I was not around to share, the moments that are lost forever because they cannot remember and I was not there. God was there. He saw their first steps, heard their first word. He held them even before their mom did. I think maybe I can find some comfort in that. I hope that someday they can too.

When Adoption Was a Whisper

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This week is Infertility Awareness Week and it got me thinking about a time that I rarely think about. I never think of myself of having suffered through infertility because I was able to give birth to two sons before a medical condition I suffered during my pregnancies made it dangerous to conceive again. As adoption was something I had considered even as a child, my grieving over not being able to get pregnant again was short-lived, but there was a brief period of time when I didn’t know if adoption would happen for us and where I wondered if my dreams of a large family would ever come to be.

My husband was a student at the time and adoption wasn’t something we could consider yet because of our lack of money. Not only could we not afford most types of adoption, we would not even have been able to be approved to adopt from foster care at that point because we had no income.

We had two small sons and I loved being a mom and I loved that they were boys and brothers, but a part of my heart yearned for a daughter. I would have tears spring to my eyes when I was out shopping and passed by a pair of baby girl shoes or a pink onesie. It became so painful that I would avoid walking near the children’s clothing section in department stores. I would actually get a heaviness in my chest when I saw those teeny little garments in pink.

For two years while my husband was in school, we couldn’t even apply to be on the waiting list to adopt. I sometimes felt panicky when I heard about the long waits that others could experience. It felt like we were wasting precious time. Often, in the evening, I would go on the websites for waiting children and see which children might be right for our home. I can still  see in my mind these three young sisters who were waiting in foster care in the United States. I can see them so clearly that I still sometimes wonder what became of them. Did they find a family?

Due to our situation (renting a tiny house from my parents, sometimes not having enough money to pay for milk, living on student loan and the work we could get here and there while parenting two young boys), “adoption” was a word we hardly dared to speak out loud. People would have thought we were nuts! (which it turns out they ended up thinking anyway!)

Adoption was a whisper spoken between us in the dark after the house was quiet. It was a dream that had planted itself in my mind like a seed and I watered it with wishes and fed it with hope.

As graduation neared and career options began being spoken of, I allowed the dream to take root. The next time I passed by a tiny little pink shirt at the consignment store, I bought it and brought it home, believing that someday, my daughter would wear it. She did.

(we went on to adopt two more sons and three daughters)

Feel free to add your link below to this week’s Adoption Blog Hop. The optional topic this week is infertility but you are welcome to link up anything adoption related.



Veronica Rose Case in the Supreme Court

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The case of Veronica Rose is a complicated one to say the least. It involves two adoptive parents, a first mom who made and followed through with an adoption plan, a birth day, the Cherokee nation, a federal law called the Indian Child Welfare Act, and a little girl caught in the middle, one whose future hangs in the balance. This week, this case was heard in the Supreme Court. The ruling has not happened yet, but I wanted to give those of you who are interested a link to the official transcripts of the arguments in the case.

I know that many of you have followed along in this case and on a personal note, I would like to ask those who pray for all of those involved and most especially for a very loved little girl.