Welcome!

My niece joined the family on July 12th, 2010. This special young lady's mother is my younger sister, which in classic Chinese culture makes me her Jiu Jiu (舅舅) -- thus the title of this blog. Here I intend to semi-regularly post reflections, thoughts, stories, and assorted whathaveyous pertaining to our trip to China, adoption in general, and (mostly) watching my niece grow up. Since the web is a very public place, I will attempt to maintain my family's privacy while telling the story... but I invite you to follow the blog and come along for the adventure!

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Looking Back: About As Ready As We Can Be

Once upon a time, there was a three-bedroom townhouse that had just one person living in it.  The townhouse was very much like many other townhouses (and could in fact be difficult to tell apart from its neighbors), with a one-car garage, some storage space, and a small finished basement at ground level with a flight of stairs leading up to the main level that had a kitchen, and living/dining area along with a half bath oddly positioned where one had to go back down several stairs to reach it. Another long flight of stairs led up to the top floor, with a master bedroom "suite" along with two much smaller rooms and a small bathroom.

The one person living in this townhouse had bought it from its original owners and, after a couple of years of re-doing the multiple "honey do" projects she had found around the house, repainting the house, putting new floors into the house, and making tweaks here and there (plus replacing the microwave oven that simply up and died one day in the middle of preparing dinner), she had everything the way she wanted it to be...

...except for one thing.  And to solve that particular problem AJ filed the papers neecessary to being the process of adopting a baby girl from China.  (You thought I might be writing about someone else's townhouse...?)   Unlike her brother, AJ was a fastidious housekeeper, and I often (only half-jokingly) commented that she was expecting the House Beautiful Magazine photography team to show up any day now; as it was, Dad took a bunch of the required photos of the house (and of AJ gardening, in the kitchen, etc.) that were a required part of the adoption paperwork.  As everyone except AJ expected, she passed her first home study[1] in November of 2005 with flying colors  -- I'd laugh about some of the things she fretted endlessly over pre-study except they were pretty mild compared to stories we'd heard -- and we all settled in as The Wait began.

As I've written before, The Wait went on... and on... and on... with one delay after another in the process piling on top of each other until AJ's original paperwork began expiring, so she underwent a second home study in June of 2007 (again passing with flying colors as she again fretted over nothing being good enough).  We continued to wait, there were continued complications, an agency change, and much renewal of paperwork until AJ passed her third home study in January of 2009.  Because home studies were often done far in advance of the actual adoption taking place, it was generally understood that the adoptee's room would not be ready when the home study was conducted, and this was definitely the case with AJ's paperchase.  Even so, she had always planned on converting a specific bedroom into her daughter's room and had slowly begun cleaning it out in preparation.

Work on "the baby's room" moved forward in drips and drops until March of 2009, when AJ had decided the wait had gone on for so long that she probably should begin at least preparing for the final adoption preparations, and we spent a day rearranging furniture, deciding what should stay & what should go, and so on.  Even Dulce Cat lent a (supervisory) hand...

Of course, we all knew there would still be plenty of waiting to do (and we were unfortunately right about that), so the final bits of decorating, setting up a crib, and so on remained undone.

Fast-forward to June 20th, 2010, and putting the finishing touches on Miri's room moved into high gear.  The last few pieces of furniture stored there made their way (not without some measure of bangs, ouches, and cussing) into their final new locations within the home, the crib (assembled by AJ and one of her friends a few days earlier) was put into its final place, and a majority of Winnie the Pooh's friends & neighbors (along with two versions of Pooh himself) moved into their new home.

There was still work to be done and a few final tweaks to be twoken, but the Pipsqueak's room was finally ready to welcome her home.



PRESENT DAY - JUNE 20, 2020

the 20th is the Pipsqueak's official birthday, and with the COVID-19 pandemic pretty much eliminating any possibility of a real party we did what we could to make the day special.  Early in the day, Miri admitted to me (in a text message) that it wasn't feeling very much like a birthday.  Last year, when she turned 10, it was kind of A Big Deal because it was her first double-digit birthday... but for her 11th this year... well, things were kind of blah.

Mom spent some time decorating the old homestead inside & out and we all got together around 5:30pm -- which was quite a bit later than planned because AJ & Miri had stopped to pick something up at the local Home Depot store and -- as usual at this location -- the whole "curbside pickup" process rapidly devolved into a time-consuming mess. A few planned birthday phone calls from out-of-state relatives had to be rescheduled but eventually all five of us were sitting together in the same room.  We had told Miri she could choose anything she wanted for dinner, and she surprised us by wanting a chicken tenders platter from Outback -- so I spent the next 15 minutes herding cats... er, trying to get the rest of the family to focus while I used the restaurant's app on my iPhone to place an order for pickup[2].

Upon my return with our birthday feast, Miri got the first of several "happy birthday" calls from other parts of the family, and moments later one of our MIT families pulled up to the house with a big tray (unexpected) cupcakes along with homemade birthday cards for Miri and Father's Day cards for Dad and me.  We finally all sat down at the dining room table and (after the usual round of assorted quotes of, "Mom, sit down and eat, I can do that for myself!") dug in for far too much food that turned out to be well worth the cost & bother.  The birthday cake (compliments of Costco) was equally good and so rich that Miri decided to save half her piece for breakfast, and then she opened her presents.


Afterwards, we settled down for a family movie.  The original plan had been to watch the final Harry Potter film -- Miri is really into the series now and it's the only film she hasn't seen yet -- but she surprised us by wanting to watch Frozen II (third time for her & AJ, first time for the me and Mom & Dad.  We all enjoyed the movie (despite having to periodically squirt Tigger with water so he'd stop nipping Mom's ankles until we paused the movie to feed him) and everyone finally headed home (or upstairs) to their respective beds a little after 11:00pm.  The best part was that Miri told us her birthday had started out as nothing special but that by the end of the day she'd had a good time and her 11th finally felt like a "real" birthday.  Mission accomplished. :-)

We're getting together again for a Father's Day dinner this evening... I'll post about that soon. Until then, I wish y'all good health and good weather, and I'll see you again soon! 




[1]  A "home study" is a required part of the adoption process that involves a social worker (possibly specially trained, depending upon the jurisdiction) conducting a first-person inspection of the home to ensure it is a suitable physical environment to bring an adopted child into, and interviewing the prostpective adopter(s) to ensure they fully understand the needs, effects, etc. of bringing an adoptee into the family. The social worker will also usually interview at least one friend or knowledgeable neighbor (without the prospective adopter present) to gain further insight on their suitability as an adoptive parent, and will finish up the process by double-checking that all required paperwork has been completed properly, that required classes are completed or underway, etc.  There are stories of home reviews amounting to little more than a social worker walking in, saying "looks good," and signing the papers, stories of social workers literally running a white-gloved finger over the rubber seals of a refrigerator/freezer to check for dirt, and stories of otherwise undisturbed adoption processes being brought to a screaming halt when the social worker's interviews showed that one spouse was "all in" whie the other really wanted out.

[2]  I now have a new "least favorite parking lot" on my list.  Halfway in, I was suddenly blocked while turning in to the parking lot, leaving my car blocking one lane of a busy major road and people honking at me. The idiot blocking everyone from moving finally got to where he wanted to go, leaving me having to stomp the brakes twice as other people backed out of parking spots without looking.  I have to drive down the wrong aisle in the lot because it was the only way to dodge a speeding idiot in a heavily-dented "pocket rocket." All the curbside pickup spots are filled with cars just parked there so I pull up to the front of the restaurant & tell the staffer standing by the door I'm there for curbside pickup and he directs me to the other end of the building.  I pull into a now-empty curbside pickup spot & sit waiting for a couple of minutes, then finally mask up & go to the pickup window.  I return to the car with a big bag of food & someone pulls into the pickup spot next to me, almost clipping my side mirror; maybe 20 seconds later (as I'm checking to make sure I have the entire order) the gal from the restaurant staff who had just handed me that big bag of food comes out to talk to the other driver, then is very surprised when she comes to talk to me and I already have my food.  I have to take the long way out of the parking lot because the usual path to the exit is blocked by a large family standing in the middle of the driving lane, purposefully ignoring all the cars trying to get past them.  About 50 feet short of the exit I have to again slam on the brakes to avoid getting hit by an idiot speeding out from behind the building who wanted to beat me to the exit (he was going so fast that his tires squealed when he tried to stop at the driveway).  I watch the same idiot force his way across three lanes of traffic to make an illegal U-turn just a few cars behind a police car busy pulling someone else over while waiting at the light because another large family is sauntering across the road so I can't do a right turn on red.  I remember thinking that the food better darn well taste frakking amazing...




Monday, June 15, 2020

June 15 - Looking Back, Looking Around, Looking Forward...

With all that's been going on (both in the media and in private life), one of the dates I wanted to look back at has passed... but that places us conveniently smack-dab in the middle of several such dates, so let's warm up the Wayback Machine and take a look back ten years to early/mid-June of 2010...

OOPS!  Waitaminit, the Wayback Machine is jumping around... it's picking its own date... and we just landed back in MAY of 2010 -- specifically Monday, May 17th.  (Darn machine is smarter than I am sometimes!)  This is one of the days we've all been looking forward to: it's time for AJ and I to formally apply for our travel visas at the Chinese consulate!  Knowing how crazy parking can be downtown, Mom & Dad drive us in, and then spend some together time at a nearby eatery.  Meanwhile, AJ and I nervously find the correct waiting room -- the correct crowded waiting room! -- and settle in.  There's a cluster of big TVs on the ceiling in the center of the room that are playing a thoroughly ridiculous "Chinese for English Speakers" show (I could practically hear the director in the background shouting, "EMOTE! EMOTE!" to the actors), and every now & then another person will finish their business as the bank-style windows set into one wall of the room and leave, sloooowly bringing our turn closer.  

It's finally my turn (long after I had given up on actually learning anything from the TVs, which had now changed to other programming) and nearly melt into my shoes when the polite but ultra-businesslike young woman behind the glass goes through all the IDs and papers and passport and such only to tell me that she also needs a photocopy of the ID pages from my passport -- a photocopy that neither AJ nor I knew we needed.  She points to a copy machine near the entrance to the room and says I can use that (an absolute lifesafter, since otherwise we would've had to leave and then come back another day), so my equally-shaken sister and I drop some quarters into the machine and return to the windows with the requisite copies.  As my papers are again being reviewed (apparently just in case I had swapped identities with someone else in the room while desperately telling the copier to work faster), I notice that a LOT of people are being sent to the copier because no one, it seems, knew they needed one more copy of their passport as part of the process.  Eventually everything is stamped and initialed and noted and whatever else had to be done, and the young woman tells me to come back on Thursday to pick up my passport and visa.

I meet up with AJ near the exit and we're all good... and as we leave I notice that the copier has run out of paper with several desperate visa-seekers left high and dry due to a lack of the passport copies no one knew were necessary. (I still think about those people from time to time... I hope y'all got through the process, whoever you are!)  We call our folks with a cellphone and wait outside until they are able to drive up to the building, and head home with fingers, toes, and eyes crossed that all will be OK.  We return on Thursday and, after a shockingly short stay in the same room, are driving home with passports in hand, each with a shiny new Chinese tourist visa glued firmly inside.  (This is when we also realized AJ had the old-style passport and I had the newer chipped version, leaving her feeling jealous, which I remember finding hilarious. Such is sibling life.)

Okay, NOW we can jump to Sunday, June 6th, 2010 -- and AJ's first baby shower, organized by one of the other moms-in-waiting.  (She eventually had three: this one, with our MIT group; another organized by a friend & featuring longtime family friends; and a much later 3rd, organized by some of the staff at her job.)  It was a lot of fun, with a lot of smiles & laughter (and a few tears here & there), and everyone had a great time... but I'll let some photos do most of the speaking...

panda cupcakes
Panda cupcakes!

AJ gets help with gifts
AJ got some help from Miri's future friends

A fingerprint kit!
AJ had so much trouble getting fingerprinted, she got a do-it-yourself kit!

More help from one of Miri's future BFFs

Sporting the latest in hair accessories...

"I'd better learn how to sort these things out...!"

Oh, I almost forgot... While all the final preparations to complete the Pipsqueak's adoption were going on, one day Mom noticed a little kitten meowing through the screen of the open back door.  She took it in, fed it (very well, I might add), and she & Dad took the little furball to a local shelter.  Once there, they were told that if no one claimed the kitten after 30 days, it would probably be euthanized so they claimed the kitten as theirs... so of course the little guy got very ill and needed all kinds of special care, but eventually it all worked out and our folks adopted a cat.  (We still joke that they were just practicing for July.)  And that is how Tigger joined the family...


So now let's jump forward just a bit and take the Wayback Machine to Sunday, June 13th -- AJ's second baby shower!  This one was organized by one of AJ's neighbors (also a good family friend), and featured a lot of longtime friends that in some cases we'd known since they were all together in 2nd grade.  Again, I'll let the photos do most of the talking...

opening a gift
One of many, many, "Aww, cute!" moments

taking a photo of me taking a photo
Taking a photo of me taking a photo of her taking a photo of...

origami card
One of our friends is very good with origami

sign saying mother in Chinese
"Mother" in simplified Chinese characters

grandma-to-be
Grandma-to-Be enjoying the festivities

Last family photo of just 4 of us
The last family photo in which there are just 4 of us!

There's one more photo from this happy day which kept us very grounded...  For several months, we had noticed that Midnight, AJ's oldest cat, was declining in health.  The word from the vet was that she was really an old lady and that what could be done for her was increasingly limited, and AJ was growing increasingly worried that she'd come home from China with her new daughter only to learn one of her beloved pets had died while she was away.  We came home from the baby shower to find Midnight again not doing very well, but she managed to get up onto the couch and cuddled with AJ for a while.


I snapped a couple of photos, which turned out to be the last I ever took of AJ's "California cat" (she was absolutely the most laid back, zen animal we'd ever shared a home with).  We lost poor Middie just a few days later, despite a truly heroic attempt by the staff of the veterinary hospital.  Despite the tears, we all felt some (guilty) relief; all our emotional paths were now clear for the amazing change that was about to happen to the family.



And there it is, a look back 10 years into the past.  And today? Well, today we're celebrating the end of 5th grade and Miri's "graduation" into middle school.  The last few online sessions and assignments are (thankfully) done, all her work has been submitted, and earlier today she & AJ were able to return to the school to pick up all the things that had to be left in Miri's cubby (they don't have lockers in this school) back when everyone thought schools would just be closed for a couple of weeks.  As I type this, she's (very carefully) spending some time with friends and I'm getting ready to head over to Mom & Dad's where we'll all have a celebratory dinner this evening.  (She's also going to get a couple of birthday presents a little early to help celebrate -- my niece has become a major-league fan of history books & historic fiction novels and requested several that she doesn't know we've bought for her.)

Looking forward... Well, how does "oy vey" sound?  Miri may participate in some summer school classes (online, of course) that the county is recommending for everyone to help fill in some of the blanks left by the sudden shift out of physical classrooms into the virtual realm.  We know what school she'll be attending, and AJ already attended a special event there so we know the curriculum, what classes Miri will be taking, and all kinds of general "need to know" and "nice to know" stuff.  The problem is that literally no one in the county knows if school will open as usual, if the system will continue with online learning and/or to what degree, and if actual physical attendance at school will be 5 days a week, every other day, every other week, or some other schedule.  Meanwhile, Miri is somewhat aware of all the unrest & protests and what it's all about, which (of course) is bothering her; is feeling unsure of what next season will hold for dance classes & the dance team now that this heavily-shortened season has ended; and is quietly stressing over the change from the elementary school she's been attending most of her life to another, much larger, school she's unfamiliar with.  You know, all that "growing up in unsure times" jazz that we all love and appreciate as adults and that kids just shy of their 11th birthday don't really have all the tools they need to deal with yet.... <sigh>

On the other hand, the nearly bald, scrawny baby we still hadn't gotten to meet in person 10 years ago is turning into a strong-willed but caring & empathic girl with an old soul and inner strength that never fails to impress Yours Truly.  Equally importantly, she knows we've got her back and will support her to the best of our ability no matter what, and draws even more strength from that knowledge. (I'm not just saying this; she has told me this herself several times, often seemingly out of the blue.)

And on that hopeful note, I will close out this (long!) post and start preparing for the next... because ten years ago, a lot was happening at a pace that increased daily.  I'll see y'all again real soon... 






Friday, June 5, 2020

An Unhappy Comment About Some Current Events

A quick introductory note: I've already written this post three times (twice in its entirety).  I apologize for any parts that are disjointed or out of place, I decided it was best to just publish it before any more time went by despite being thoroughly pissed off by what I'm posting about -- although I then delayed posting to honor the BLM "blackout" online.   I'll be putting up a more usual (and much less angry) family/Pipsqueak related post in a couple of days.



Hey, all... Welcome back...

No, I'm not going to talk about the asinine, hateful travesty of simply being alive while Black being a dangerous crime.  I absolutely abhor the violence & destruction we've seen where protests turned to riots but it's long past due that this nation address and terminate the complete and utter bullsh*t of treating people differently based on the amount & shade of melanin in their epidermal layers.

No, I'm not going to talk about COVID-19.  I'm assuming we're all big boys & girls here and understand the need for continued precautions as things slowly morph to a new normal.

No, I'm not going to be talking specifically about the Pipsqueak in this post (there's another looking back/looking forward post coming in just a few days).

I am going to be talking, for a little bit, about some adoption-related news that's been blowing up in, and slowly spreading beyond, the world of online social media.

Back in early-to-mid 2018, I was looking for China adoption videos on YouTube (something I still do from time to time) and came across the channel of a couple adopting a little boy with special needs.  I liked the first couple of videos about the actual adtoption, Gotcha Day, etc. so I subscribed to the channel.

For the next several months I periodically checked in & watched a couple of videos, but after a while something -- I don't know exactly what, but something -- made me feel uncomfortable enough with the overall content that I unsubscribed after 8-9 months.  I bumped into the channel again from time to time (the mother was big in social media and getting bigger all the time, and once YouTube's algorithms know you've watched something they never let you forget) and every one of the videos I watched left me thinking that my decision to unsubscribe had been a good one.  It got to the point where I simply ignored any videos from that channel or the other channels that the family had estalbished, and I kinda forgot about them.

Until all kinds of videos about the family in question began filling my YouTube feed a few days back.

I am, of course, referring to Myka & James Stauffer and their recent "re-homing" of that little boy I watched them bring "home" from China.  For those who don't know, Myka Stauffer is a "mommy vlogger" with a channel of her own (~700K subscribers), her husband James has a car detailing channel of his own (~930K subscribers), and they share a "Stauffer Family" channel (~300K subscribers); Myka also has a notable presence in Instagram.

When I found the family's channel, they had 3 bio kids and Huxley, the little boy they'd just adopted from China.  Huxley is a special needs child, and it seems that the problems listed on his adoption papers weren't quite right but (long story short) he's on the autism spectrum.  Things in the videos were mostly relatively slickly-presented unicorns and rainbows and fluffy clouds... except for the videos in which the meltdowns one should expect from a three year old / adopted child / autistic child were shown, in which case you'd be watching an obviously unhappy toddler and an impatient mother who often sounded condescending and rarely (if ever) put down her video camera long enough to actually deal with her son's needs.

Oh, damn, there I go again -- using judgmental language in this post.

Now that I think about it, I probably SHOULD use judgmental language in this post.

I'll keep the background information as short as I can:

  • In multiple older videos before and shortly after the adoption, Myka talks about her expectations of a loving, possibly clingy, wonderful child she can cuddle with and then emphasizes that's not what she got.
  • In older videos, Myka and James talk about how they specifically chose a special needs child, and in one video Myka speaks about how a doctor they had review Huxley's records in advance of the adoption advised them not to go through with it because his needs were more serious  than what they had indicated they really wanted but "it went in one ear and out the other" (her exact words in the video) -- but in the most recent video they both talk about how they were never made aware of how severe Huxley's needs would be and had no idea what they were getting into.
  • In at least one video, Myka talks about how she was an RN and her knowledge & first-hand experience dealing with medical situations would help prepare her.  Problem is, she was a licensed RN in Ohio only 2012 through  2013 but let the license lapse... possibly because of some very serious issues & at least one lawsuit. She may have been re-licensed in another state for about a year after that, but that job also ended suddenly & mysteriously... and both jobs were in SNF[1] environments having nothing to do with children.
  • The Stauffers were not a childless couple incapable of making babies the classic way; they already had three kids between them that they were working to raise when they adopted Huxley.
  • Despite complaints (mainly more recently, post-rehoming) of how difficult it was to deal with Huxley and his effect on the family, they chose to have 4th bio child a while ago.
  • Despite using "crowd funding" for Huxley's adoption -- that is, soliciting donations (including creating a 1000-piece online "puzzle" of his first photo that was assembled & revealed online by selling pieces at $5 each) -- and despite many comments about trying to find cheaper therapists for Huxley, the Stauffers have a much higher income than the average American family; the average annual family income in the U.S. is currently just over $59,000 and in one of the family videos Myka talks about how just one of James' videos had already earned $42,000 and was still garnering new views (and thus continuing to generate income).
  • Despite the Stauffers' newly-hired lawyer releasing a statement calling for (among other things) granting Huxley his privacy, the Stauffers made him the focus of many of their videos and used him as what is often referred to in social media circles as "clickbait" to draw viewers to their channels. Those videos not only showcased Huxley, but they made large amounts of information about his medical status & needs public knowledge.
  • Some of the Stauffers' older videos (all monetized to generate income) showed photos & videos of Huxley before they traveled to China to complete the adoption, which is not supposed to be done (there is a law covering this action but I'm having trouble locating which of the many subject documents describe it).
  • Despite several videos in which the high cost of Huxley was mentioned as a probem for the family, they purchased a house for nearly $700,000 and also found the funds for two expensive cars and a lot of expensive clothing & accessories. (For example, several YouTubers have mentioned that the wristwatch Myka is seen wearing in some videos cost about $1000; she did a giveaway on her channel in which the prize was a large Louis Vuitton bag; the couple vacationed in Bali after the rehoming, etc.)  Myka also has/had sponsorships with a number of large companies[2].
  • In videos where the Stauffers' bio kids could clearly be seen sucking their thumbs undisturbed, Huxley had his hands almost completely covered in duct tape to stop him from sucking his thumb.
  • The Stauffers established a bedtime for Huxley an hour earlier than for their bio kids (even his younger sibling) and often spent "family time" all together in bed for that time while Huxley was alone in his bed.
  • Despite keeping all the monetized videos of Huxley online for what is apparently several months after the rehoming, the Stauffers said nothing about it in any of their social media accounts; the story came to light mainly because a growing number of their followers noticed his sudden absence and began asking for, then demanding, an explanation. (One devoted follower with her own Instagram account dedicated to following the Stauffers has stated that as soon as she posted a question about Huxley's whereabouts in Myka's channel, she was blocked -- and many people have stated that any similar comments were quickly deleted from Instagram and YouTube.)
  • In their carefully-framed explanation video, the Stauffers stated that numerous medical professionals advised them to terminate the adoption -- the opposite of what the majority of adoptive families with special needs children (especially those involving emotional issues) are commonly advised against doing.
  • The Stauffers have also stated that the choice for rehoming was made in part by Huxley himself, which many people point out is a pretty amazing level of mature understanding for a child to exhibit at the ripe old age of four and a half years.


I could go on but that's already far more than enough; this is clearly a case of an adoptee being a second-class citizen in what is supposed to be his own home, and adoptive parents using the image of their adopted child for profit without fully providing proper care for his special needs.  Go to YouTube and search on "Stauffer rehoming" and you'll get enough background material, analyses, commentaries, and timelines to keep you busy for days, all of which includes the above information and more backing up my statements.

Quick side note: After a great deal of pressure from people following the story on the Internet the authorities in Ohio opened an investigation and ascertained that Huxley is safe and that the proccess is ongoing.  The Stauffers are incredibly, perhaps nastily, flawed people but they are not monsters... and this type of "rehoming" of adopted children is legal in Ohio.

As you might imagine, this entire situation can be described as an unholy mess: claims, counter-claims, lawyers, police, at least one very large adoption agency, the Stauffers, at least one other unnamed family, and probably a bunch of other folks are directly involved and now something like half the Internet is sticking their noses into it as well.  So why all the noise?

I'm going to avoid judgments of Myka Stauffer's mothering skills; much of that is opinion and personality, and Huxley's now-four ex-siblings all seem okay.  Likewise, I'm not getting into the many ongoing arguments over legality; as I mention above, private rehoming (as opposed to formal agency-mediated adoption dissolution[3]) is legal in the Stauffers' state of residence.  And I'm not going to talk about the Stauffers continuing to earn money from videos featuring the little boy they just gave to someone else because (perhaps reacting to news of a popular online petition to do so) they have apparently purged all videos & pictures with him from their online presence.

But let's talk about the 800 pound gorilla in the corner of the room.  A couple chose to go through the process of adopting a child.  They had the financial wherewithal to do so on their own (despite begging for thousands of dollars in donations to defray the costs).  They specifically chose to adopt internationally.  They specifically chose to adopt a child with special needs.  Prior to the adoption (and for at least some time after it was completed) they repeatedly spoke at length in a globally-accessible open public forum of their love for the child, their ability to deal with the child's needs, their desire to perhaps adopt a second special needs child(!), and how the child would never be given up. (A direct quote from Myka in a video from, I think, 2017).

And after roughly three years of being his "forever family" the Stauffers privately and semi-secretly rehomed the child. After a year of soliciting and receiving thousands of dollars in donations for the adoption.  After four years of monetized videos featuring him as a draw.  After three and a half years of having him bond with them to the best of his ability.  After three and a half years of his being a sibling to three other children.

They made the choice to specifically apply for a special needs adoption, had the medical records professionally reviewed before completing the adoption, were told by at least one medical professional what the child's actual needs would be before completeing the adoption, and repeatedly spoke about the child needing special care -- and now they claim to not have known what they were getting into, that they had no way to know what his needs would be, that it would be difficult to parent a special needs child.

I honestly don't know which direction to go in.

Maybe I should talk about how badly this whole thing was handled -- how strongly it looks like the entire adoption was about image and profit, how strongly the odor of "White savior" permeates much of what was said & done, the amazing level of naiveté about and lack of understanding concerning the issues of adoption in general and special needs and adopting internationally the couple seems to be demonstrating, how there seems to have been an effort to hide the rehoming as long as possible, how the reasons given for it seem to be counter to everything the couple said in numerous earlier videos?

Maybe I should talk about the use of adoption and one's children (adopted, fostered, or bio) as the subject of monetized YouTube videos -- how it exposes the children's images to the world, how it exposes the children's personal information to the world, how it often exposes PHI (Protected Health Information) to the world, how it avoids all the laws in place to protect the health & interests of children shown in a similar manner on TV and in films?

Maybe I should talk about the practice of rehoming -- how it can lead to (and has been linked to) child trafficking, how it skirts the laws in place to protect children involved in adoption, how it frequently is done "under the radar" so no third parties can supervise, how it treats a child like chattel instead of a human being?

Maybe I should talk about adoption dissolution -- how it can teach a child they're expendable, how it can make a child feel like an object, how it builds blocks against forming attachments and close relationships in children bounced between families, how it perpetuates the myth that an adopted child isn't really "your" child?

Maybe I should talk about this story's effect on adoptees -- how it reopens multiple psychic & emotional wounds, how it reaffirms the possibility of repeat abandonment, how it infers they share the status of too-large dogs and misbehaving cats?

Or maybe I'll just let y'all read over the preceding paragraphs a few times and (hopefully) learn something about the issues and feelings adoptees have to deal with.

Yes, there are cases in which an adoption has been so badly botched (or a life situation has changed so drastically) in which it is appropriate to dissolve the adoption.  But think back to how many stories you've read about a family saying, "It's difficult to deal with the child I gave birth to a few years ago, so I'm giving them to a different set of parents" -- probably not many, right?  Even in more extreme cases of single-parent and/or unexpected births, the majority of mothers want to keep the baby they have given birth to; compare that to the experience of an adoptee who may know nothing more of their origins than the fact that their birth mother gave them up.  Think of that being at the root of your very existence, and then think about wealthy, famous YouTubers with multiple bio kids making a big deal out of an adoption (and making big bucks off it) and then deciding, "Nope, too difficult, I'm not enjoying this" and quietly giving the child away to someone else.


Okay, my writing is descending rapidly into unstructured ranting (which should give you some idea of what I think of the Stauffers and what they've done) -- it's time for me to close this post out.  All I can say is that I am angered, appalled, incensed, furious over what this couple has done and how they did it.  They treated the act of adoption almost frivolously, and they treated their son (who is likely to eventually be able to more fully see & understand the whole story, likely to his detriment) like a pet too large for the new apartment or a video prop that no longer fits the story.  They're catching hell for it and deserve to continue doing so.

Remember to hug your kids -- all your kids -- and let them know how much you love them every day.  I'll see y'all again in a couple of days.




[1] SNF = Skilled Nursing Facility, more commonly known as a "nursing home."  Despite how most people picture SNFs in their mind, residents/patients there are given much more advanced medical care than in assisted living or a "retirement home" environment.  In addition, speaking from over a decade of experience working in one myself, they are often blamed for problems they are forced to accept from hospital discharges that they may not be equipped and/or staffed to deal with properly. (Yes, there truly is such a thing as a horrible death trap of a SNF, and there are plenty of such to choose from, but the majority are not the hellholes one hears about in stories about when someone talks about the death of Aunt Dora's third cousin on her mother's uncle's side.)

[2] Although many of the sponsors have terminated their contracts with Myka Stauffer since the news of this issue went public (many seemingly due to public pressure that numerous online sources state the couple's lawyers are trying to block), her sponsors weren't exactly the neighborhood pizza joint or local hair salon. The list of brands sponsoring her YouTube channel at one time or another includes: Big Lots; Chili's; Danimals; Fabletics; Kiwi Botanicals; Mattel/Barbie; Playtex Baby; and Suave.

[3] There are several ways an adoption can come to an end, which I'll list here in extremely generalized form. The nastiest, most damaging, unethical, illegal and downright stupidest is actual abandonment, which is expressly forbidden by national & international laws; used by the Russian government as an excuse to permanently cease all adoptions to the U.S. from Russia.  A second way is disruption, which involves either the adopting parties revoking their consent to continue with an adoption or the prospective adoptee (or a party acting on their behalf) revoking consent to allow the adoption; this usually happens before the adoption process is completed but there are a handful of cases where it happened afterwards (often involving a hitherto-uninvolved parent becoming involved).  The third is dissolution, in which an adoption that has already been legally completed is voided/annulled by the adoptive parents; this usually involves children with medical and/or emotional needs that go beyond the adoptive parents' capabilities, and the vast majority of cases include the use of an actual adoption agency to make arrangements and vet any prospective new parents. The process of rehoming (a term originally used by animal shelters finding homes for abandoned pets) is a form of dissolution that exists in a gray area. Outright illegal in some states, completely legal in others, it is a process in which adoptive parents who no longer want to keep the child they adopted seeek out someone else to adopt the child from them -- sometimes via religious groups, sometimes via Facebook group, sometimes (believe it or not) via Craigslist.  In addition to many questions about child trafficking, the process of rehoming also frequently minimizes (or eliminates outright) the involvement of adoption agencies, social workers, medical professionals, and other parties & processess specifically designed for/tasked with protecting the interest of the adoptee(s).