Gotcha PartyPosted: July 11, 2013
Like most parents, I try to limit the amount of TV that Mea watches. I also try to make sure that she is watching TV shows or movies that are, for the most part, age appropriate.
In our perpetual search for appropriate TV that everyone can stand to watch, we often end up watching Nick or Disney. We were huge iCarly fans, so when the show ended last year we were all a little sad, and had to try to find a new show that we would all like to watch again.
Jessie has opened up many conversations about adoption with Mea. Jessie is a show about a nanny from Texas, a wealthy couple in a New York penthouse, and their four children. One biological child, and three adopted children, one domestic, and two international. A little too Pitt/Jolie for my taste, but it is still good to see adoption portrayed in a positive way on TV.
On a recent episode that we watched the youngest daughter wanted to plan a huge Gotcha Day celebration.
We always do something special to celebrate the day Mea came home. (I really don’t care for the “gotcha day” phrase, just seems weird and wrong in my mind, so we have always just said it was the day she came home or her home anniversary, something along those lines.)
Last night I was laying down with her watching a different episode of Jessie, and she asked if we could have a party to celebrate the day she came home. She wanted to invite all of our family, and have a BBQ, with cake.
She asked about the day she came home again, and I told her the story again about how her foster mother June brought her to us, that when she arrived it was just Mack and I home, and that Daddy joined us later after baseball. How she cried a little, and then ate lunch, her favorite, spaghetti. We went outside and played for a bit, and then she took a nap snuggling in my arms.
We usually talk about that first week. How she met her Nana and Papa (in the hospital) when I took her to meet her babysitter, that we had her pictures taken, we celebrated Mack’s fifteenth birthday, all the things that I can remember from those first days home.
There have been times when we have seen adoption portrayed on TV or a movie and it has not been something Mea could relate to. Now we are not rich, we do not live in a penthouse in New York, but the youngest character in the show is about Mea’s age, and black. She seems to see some similarities between herself and Zuri.
I think this is all a good thing. It keeps us talking. It keeps the adoption conversation going. It actually is a cute show.
In the mean time, I am going to try to pull together a family BBQ on the 22nd.