Memorial Day

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The United States flag does not fly because the wind moves past it… The United States flag flies from the last breath of each military member who has died protecting it”

memorial_day045While you are enjoying your barbecue, sunshine, family and friends remember to stop and honour the fallen service members who have given the ultimate sacrifice of their life defending our nation. They fought bravely and til the end for the freedom that we still have today.

If you’re going to thank someone today, thank the families of the fallen service members, not the service members currently still with us [that is what Veteran’s Day is for]. Thank the parents, daughters, sons, brothers and sisters whose family member gave their life so that you can have that hamburger today.

 

I hope you enjoy your day but never forget why you have off today in the first place.

 

-Victoria

Thankful.

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It’s Thanksgiving and all over social media we are publishing what we are thankful for but don’t always get time to recognize throughout our busy schedules. I, like everyone else, have much to be thankful for and plan to take the time to share what I am thankful for with you.

First and foremost my husband, for loving me through all my flaws, faults, stubbornness, good times and mood swings. It takes a special kind of man to put up with that each and every day, I am lucky to have him by my side and through everything life has to throw at us.

For my best friend of ten years, we’ve been there for each other since day one, through all the ridiculous outfits, heartbreaks, fights, and milestones in our lives we have been there for each other.

My family; adopted, biological, and married, they’ve taught me to love and to do it unconditionally, that’s the greatest lesson a person can learn. They’ve supported me, challenged me, and pushed my buttons but it’s helped me become who I am today. 

My closest friends in college, honestly I would have never survived college without them. They were my biggest supporters in my decision to join the military and there through all the Physics/ROTC/dancing meltdowns when the stress became to much to handle.

For everyone who has come into my life, even if they’re not a part of it anymore. You were there for me in that part of my life when I needed you most; our time may have been short but it was needed to get to the points in our life that we are at now.

I have eyes that can see the beauty of the world [although corrected with glasses], ears that can hear the music playing, nose to smell delicious food and unpleasant scents, working hands to type my thoughts, a brain that functions to read and interpret all the words I want, a voice to share my [sometimes unwanted] opinion, legs that allow me to run and dance, arms to hold the one I care about, and a heart to love more deeply than I ever thought possible.

My time in the military, teaching my discipline and leadership. For bringing me my “battle buddies”, regardless of where they may be in life or globe they are no more than a message away.

Technology, for allowing me to talk to loved ones whether down the street or half way around the globe. You make long distance easy.

There’s a slew of things to be thankful for and only so much time one can take to write about it. This is only a fraction of what I am thankful for; so what are you thankful for not only today but each and everyday of the year?

 

More than meets the eye

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Note: This was a paper I wrote 2010 in my Rhetoric class in college. The purpose of the paper was to pick a stereotype that we fell into, portray the negative aspects of the stereotype and then how we overcame them or don’t embody the stereotype. For example, dumb blondes or the topic of mine – foster/adopted children. I felt the need to share this paper following my blog post on the recent TV show “The Fosters”

Every child wants to be loved by their parents and maybe get a shiny new toy to keep them occupied. Regardless of whether or not the child shows that they need affection, we understand that as humans we need someone to love us. The same concept goes for a child that is placed into foster care and than into a foster home. However, they may show a need for love and affection more than children who grow up with their natural parents. Often, foster children have a troubled image. They go from foster home to foster home because they are unable to get along with their foster parents or siblings. Then, they are viewed as problematic children with behavioral problems.

These children often comes with anger management issues as well as problems communicating with the foster parents or the ability to get along with other children in the household. Foster children get into both verbal and physical fights, often resulting in the child running away from the foster home or being removed from it altogether thus, starting the cycle over again. They lack the skill to adapt to the new family because they feel out of place, as if they do not belong, or as if they are not wanted. A foster child may come with several emotional problems because of everything that the child has gone through at such a young age. The have emotional problems that can make it hard to deal with the anger. They keep all their emotions and feelings to themselves and do not let anyone else know what they are thinking. If the emotions remain bottled up long enough violent tendencies can surface. They will lash out on the first person nearest to them. Lashing out is the easiest way for them to release all the tension that they are feeling without realizing that they are causing pain to the people around them.

I am an adopted child, and I started out in foster care. From personal experience, I can tell you that I have had my share of behavioral problems, but I am still going to be successful. Some foster children may have behavioral problems, but most of us would have problems if our parents left us or were forcefully taken from them. It took my most of my life to start to control my anger problems and I am still working on them. Foster kids may have behavioral problems that may develop later into the child’s life, but all they need is an escape or a way to let the emotion out.

For example, I bottle up my emotions. When I am alone, I break down so no one can see me. I tend to hide my feelings so that the world believes me to be okay. I do not like talking to people about my feelings; there are bigger problems in the world than if I am feeling okay today. I played sports to try and release anger, and even though that allowed me to release anger, it did not all me to let out some of the bottled emotion. I write in a notebook the things that come to my head, song lyrics I write, lines from movies, or random quotes from the internet that catch my attention and mean something to me. This semester, I have taken up a blog [not this one, a tumblr hiya-im-vickie.tumblr.com]. So now, I write publicly online. Even though anger and behavioral problems are noticed more in in adopted children, overtime they can be controlled.

Behavioral problems and anger management was just one of the things that I had to overcome. Like so many other adopted children, when trust is broken, it is incredibly hard to get it back. I believe, that this coincides with the abandonment issue. You love someone and are attached to them and than suddenly that are gone; removed from your life. Trust is a bond that people need in relationships. Whether it is parent to child, between siblings, boyfriend to girlfriend or between friends, trust is needed. It is hard for a child that was put into foster care to fully trust anyone. This inability to trust is often accompanied with the fear of abandonment associated with the fact that their parents “did not want them.” So they are reluctant to trust, feeling as though whoever they get close will also abandon them. The closer that I get to someone, the more afraid I get that they will be leaving me. It has happened before.  Who is to say it will not happen again/. This is why, to me, it may be the hardest wall to climb: to fully trust another human again.

Another image that I find associated to foster or adopted children is a troubled one. In television shows and movies there is a misperception that adopted children really do not have the will to succeed in life. They tend to drop out of school, hardly ever pursue higher education, end up doing nothing with their lives. Because of their inability to trust, it is also difficult to maintain relationships. The belief that foster children chose to do absolutely nothing with their lives is false in my eyes. I am enrolled in school and have set many goals for myself that are attainable.  I am going places. I think that children places in foster care and later adopted have more willpower to succeed. We want to prove that we can succeed better than if we stayed with our biological parents. There had to be a reason we were placed in foster care, so obviously we can be better.  I am proof that most cases being adopted is the right option regardless of the emotional  pain that the child goes through.

In conclusion, although there are so many common misperceptions that come with being an adopted/foster child, that does not mean they are true. Yes, I will admit that there is some truths that adopted children tend to have behavioral problems. However, these problems can be easily fixed. The trust issue that they have will dissipate with time. I know all of this from my personal experience. One should not see foster children as problematic with behavioral issues, but children that have the potential to do so much more. The emotional problems are just an obstacle that they have to climb.

The Fosters

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ABC Family has always been home to some of my favourite shows, even though they are geared towards teenagers. Recently ABC Family came out with a show called “The Fosters”. If like me you assumed this TV show was going to be about foster children and the bouncing from houses you are only half right. “Foster” happens to be the last name of the family that take in the two foster kids. When I first saw the previews for the show I was upset by what was being portrayed. It showed a foster child that was just coming out of  a juvenile detention center after bouncing from house to house unable to find a permanent place to call home. I decide to watch the show, even after I disliked what was being shown in the commercials. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”… right?

I was surprised to find that my original theories about the show have been put to rest. The show was indeed about a girl that bounces from foster house to foster house. However, when you watch the show you realize that all she wants is a house to be permanent and become a home and a family for her and her younger brother. Although she was in a juvenile detention center you learn that it was because she was protecting her brother. The Fosters, are the family that take in Callie and her brother, Jude. The Fosters want to be the last family that Callie and Jude stay with until they find a permanent home. They treat them as if they are part of the family, they have them in family photos and help them succeed academically. You don’t know where the show is going to go, it keeps bringing up this dark past that Callie has but shows an intensity of love that makes you wish/hope that the Fosters actually adopt Callie and Jude much like they did two of their other children.

Prior to watching the show and while still waiting for the season to unfold I connected with it. You see, I am an adopted child. I didn’t bounce from house to house like Callie & Jude. However, it took quite a few years for my sister and I to be adopted, do I relate with them.  Prominent in the show is a stereotype that foster children are outsiders, trying to find a place to fit in, and often have some form of pent up anger. Callie gets thrown in the detention center because she she did some things while protecting Jude. Being in a foreign home, I can honestly say that I would have and did do anything I could to protect myself and my younger sister.

I am interested to see how the season is going to unfold, I have an idea of how I would like it to unfold. I don’t know if being adopted changes my view or if even those that were raised by their natural parents feel the same, but if you have seen the show I want to know your opinion on it.

 

Familiarity in an Unfamiliar Place

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Dark, wooden, polished chairs lined neatly shining in the sunlight streaming through the enormous dusty windows. In front of the audience of chairs is a barrier, made from the same wood with a swinging door so all those that are summoned can pass through. Two large tables with the now familiar chairs are positioned facing a tall desk overlooking the congregation with a witness stand. Everything is made of this dark wood, cold against the skin despite the sun shining in the summertime out the window.

Positioned quietly at one of the tables sit two women, both average height, dark hair, dressed simplistically and neatly for what is about to unfold in front of us. One would assume they were sisters, I would have, had I not known they have been working through the agency together for years. Positioned high above us dressed in his traditional black garments sits an older man, wise in his years, glasses perched on his nose. This man, though I do not know his name is the man who is to give me my future. With his voice he calls the older of the two women to the stand. All I know how to do at this point is sit, sit frozen to a chair with anxiety and excitement for I know what is about to come. I’ve waited almost eight years for this moment.

With each step I take I come closer to this strange house that is to be my new home, new family, new life. I grip my brown Looney Tunes doll, the only that is familiar to me, closer to my chest. My little sister is in the arms of a young, 30 year old, dark haired woman who smells faintly of vanilla. I do not know what to expect and my young brain is buzzing with questions; will they love me? What happened to Mommy? Why are we here? My infant counterpart will not understand, she can barely talk, so my mind wanders for the two of us. Lost in my thoughts I have not noticed that we already inside the house. I am facing a middle aged dark haired woman, my new mother.

“State and spell the name for the child reflecting the new changes to be made”, said the man’s deep voice as I am snapped back to present day.

This is it, I thought, my new name. The sunlight caught the face of my mother and she smiled as she began to spell with anticipation. Anticipation for giving me the only thing left for her to give me, her last name. The chair is no longer cold; it’s burning with my eagerness to hug the woman who has shown me nothing but compassion, and to thank the woman who was there with me since the accident. The tiny girl who clung to her doll for comfort and support is now a preteen taking on a new identity and standing tall. Leaving the dark courtroom and the antique courthouse behind, she beams brighter that the sunlight at her new and familiar mother.

Memorial Day 2013

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Memorial Day: the unofficial kickoff to summertime. A day when you’re surrounded by friends & family, it’s almost certain that today the grill would be fired up and drinks will be poured whilst sharing anecdotes all around.

My hope is that in some part during your busy day off from work among all your socialising that you paused. That you took just a moment to remember why exactly you had today off from work. My hope is that you remembered the service men and women that have fought for this country and the ones that are still fighting today. My hope is you remembered the fallen members of the armed forces that have the ultimate sacrifice for your freedom by giving up their life. My hope is that you thanked a service man or woman today. My hope is that you thought about the military members abroad that can’t be near their families today.

I remember the first time I put my uniform on, August 2008, I was a cadet. I was young, my name tapes were backwards, my bun a disaster, and my boot stings untucked. I later left cadet life to be enlisted and I went to basic training. That young teen that put on the uniform grew into a soldier who wanted nothing more than to make her drill sergeants and senior NCOs proud. I am a soldier, yes a reserve soldier, but a soldier nonetheless and I am thankful for the service men and women that came before me and for the ones that serve with me now. I am thankful for my husband and the work he does as a soldier in the US Army. I am thankful for the soldiers that have given their lives to protect all of us stateside. I am thankful for the wonderful battle buddies I have met being apart of something as outstanding as the US Military.

So this Memorial Day, I hope you thought and gave thanks for all the men and women serving in the military, I hope you remembered the fallen and thanked the veterans; without them you would not have enjoyed that BBQ on your Monday off from work today.