There are a lot of things that irritate me. Stuffed animals lined up in your back car window. People who are rude. Gobs of peanut butter left on a knife in the sink…Calgary weather…I could list them all day. But for the most part these things are insignificant (yes even Calgary weather because what can you do?!) and I move on, but there is one thing that constantly irks me: The dog/kid comparison.
Side note: while we were waiting to be placed with Jonathan, I even had a car/kid comparison. Yep. A kid is the same as buying a car don’t you know? A coworker who bought a mini cooper was showing it off in the parking lot one day. I asked some question that included the word ‘buying’ in it and she replied ‘oh no Lindsay, you don’t buy a Mini Cooper, you adopt it’. Really? REALLY?!
I am first to admit that I was a
bit slightly very sensitive at the time (ahem, still am) around the use of the A word. And, I know there are lots of references to adoption – it does not exclusively mean to give your sleep, sanity and every waking moment to a strange child with absurd behaviours and a horrendous past. I get it. But come on! Did she not for one minute remember the countless conversations we’ve had about the fact that I’m adopting a child? A human being? And you think that having your silly little car can be compared to me raising a child? My face got all hot and red and I had no response to her insensitive comment.
Also, I’m not actually all that confronting (most times) in real life so I kept my mouth shut. (If any of you have adopted a mini cooper and a child I’d like to know if they really are the same thing. Please, enlighten me).
Ok, the real point of this post – the dog/kid comparison. It’s no secret I’m a tad obsessed with my cats. To all you dog people, I get it but in reverse, with cats. But in no way are my cats comparable to my kids. Okay, maybe in the way they are stinkin’ cute and I take too many photos of them but the similarities end there! The “raising a dog is just like having a kid” and “we’re thinking of having kids, so we got a dog first” statements have always drove me bananas, even before we started the adoption process. So you can imagine how
worked up sensitive I became once we started the process (refer to story one above).
Keep this in mind as I rant, again, in a few moments.
A little while ago I came across this on Facebook (I believed it was shared through the Canadian Human Society Page…If I remember correctly):
Oh, sigh. Here we go.
If you have spent hours being hit and bit and kicked because you asked your dog to wash his hands, then yes, maybe your dog is just like an adopted child.
If you have spent countless hours reading reports, talking, discussing and wondering about all the history and neglect and other terrible things that happened that are not in the report and how the heck to manage it all, then yep, your dog is just like my kid.
If you always worry that you’re going to run into your dogs first parents when you are out at the store or have dreams about him being kidnapped by them, well hey now your dog IS just like my adopted kid.
You must also spend hours emailing, talking to, visiting and humming and hawing over what school is best for him given all of his needs along with if you should change-up your behaviour approaches because the last few days have been terrible and hard and all-consuming when all you’re trying to do is teach and love and give stability and normalcy. Huh, I suppose then yes. Bang on, exactly the same.
I think I have some pent-up feeling currently, I’ll find a way to let them go by next post:)