We were driving home the other night, and I mentioned that I tend to count things, to maintain order in my mind, as we get home. Let's see, 13 horses in the front pasture, yes, 6 goats lounging on their play equipment, oops, only 5 porch lights on when there should be 6. Must replace the burned-out one.
My grandaughter told me about one girl at Casa who was classic complusive-obsessive. She constantly counted things, and HAD to have her numbers come out even. When the kids were lined up to count out their presence by numbers (
??), she would pre-count and frantically scoot back and forth to become an even number. She was a "friend" (although she and my grandaughter could never talk together legally). She was from Israel, and had been adopted by a family from Seattle. What a new life she had landed in!
In The Source, there was a picture of a beaming, very-older mother with her TWO sons in WWASPS. One biological kid frowned as the glowing mom wrapped her left arm around him at Tranquility Bay, and wrapped by her right arm was her 17yo adopted "son" from Russia. This boy's glowering face told how he felt about his "new life" and "new family".
Should adoption papers include some sort of protection for kids, disallowing "parents" from shipping them off for at least 10 years after adoption? The BLM does that sort of protection for adopted mustangs, keeping them from being sold for slaughter if coping with their difficult personalities becomes trying. BLM even makes semi-yearly on-site inspections. Shouldn't children have the same rights as wild horses?
