Repressed memories

I’ve launched myself full-force into my dossier for child #2 today.  Can I tell you how much I hate this aspect of adoption?  I agree that the sending country has every right in the world to ask for the things they require.  I would be a little suspect of a country that didn’t ask for all of the basics (for those of you bio moms, the basics include over a dozen notarized documents, certified financial information, medical clearances and highly specific letters of reference – all of which must be certified at the county, state and federal level).  Must say, though, that even though they have every right to ask for it, it is still a pain to produce all of this.  I’m fairly certain that this aspect of adoption is one of the reasons that a lot of people automatically reject the notion of it.

My current frustration lies with the bank letter.  In concept it’s no big deal, but the country I’m adopting from wants language from the bank that my financial future looks positive, that I have made good investments and that I am financially capable fo providing for a child.  Yeah, that’s going to happen.  All of these statements are true, but notwithstanding the fact that I bank with one of those “private” banks, there’s no way they’re going to make those statements.  Of course, this just means that I’m going to have to enter into a protracted negotiation over what they’re willing to say.  Obviously, the result is well-worth the frustration, but it’s annoying nonetheless.

My dossier for Vietnam must have been like this, too, I guess, but I seem to have repressed all of the negative memories of Oscar’s adoption (aside from my wait for visa approval – that I’m going to keep with me a while).  Okay, enough whining, must return to the task at hand.

August 15, 2008 - Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Adoption, Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal | Adoption, dossier, frustration, paperwork, rules