MOChassid

The rambling thoughts of a Modern Orthodox Chassid (whatever that means). Contact me at emansouth @ aol.com

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

"Mommy Doesn't Let"


I took The Vance to Manhattan today to see Cirque de Sollel. We went for pizza before the performance. I bought a Dr. Pepper along with my slice (I don't usually drink soda but I am still trying to gain a couple of pounds so I drink the stuff from time to time). The Vance didn't want anything to drink but I took an extra cup expecting her to change her mind.

When I offered her some of my soda she said, "Mommy doesn't let".

This is true; except for Shabbos (and then only when we have guests) soda is never made available. I was impressed with the Vance's self control but more so with MHW's mastery of motherhood. Without being preachy or loud, MHW has somehow constructed a paradigm where rules are rules and her word is the law. Kids crave structure and MHW gives it to them in a firm but gentle way (how is that possible?).

(And, as an aside, if regular kids crave structure, how much more so foster kids. Which is what makes MHW a spectacular foster mom).

I am not worthy.

Really. I'm not.

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Sunday, July 26, 2009

We Can Relate

This New York Times Magazine article poignantly relates some of the frustrations of fostering (particularly when adoption becomes the goal).

MHW once took care of a drug-addicted infant for a week (while I was conveniently on a business trip abroad) so I'm sure she can relate to this couple who stayed up through the night for three weeks while the baby in question, born to a drug-addicted mother, withdrew (and have raised her ever since).

Although the issue in this case is the gayness of the adopting couple, so many other factors are beyond your control when it comes to fostering to adopt. Pretty powerful stuff.

Hat tip: Tesyaa

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

JM in the AM Interview

You can find it here. It's in the June 10th playlist at 1:52:30.

The interview went well. Nachum, as usual, did a very nice job and made everyone comfortable.

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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

MoC on JM in the AM


A representative of OHEL and I are scheduled to talk with Nachum Segal tomorrow morning around 7:45 live from the studio. Should be fun.

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Monday, June 08, 2009

Room Temperature

This post made me laugh and reminded me how structured The Vance's bedtime routine is as well. One must not veer for a moment lest The Vance remind you that you are not following proper procedure.

On a related front, when I arrived home this morning, fresh off the red-eye from Tel Aviv, MHW told me that The Vance woke her up in the middle of the night asking for "room temperature water".

Luckily, or so she thought, MHW had within reach The Vance's sippy cup with plenty of room temperature water. Alas, The Vance did not want THAT room temperature water but, instead, fresh room temperature water, presumably from the water cooler.

Finally, on a totally unrelated note, all hail Ambien! I'm not worthy!

I slept somehwere between 7 and 8 hours straight last night depite sitting in the back of the bus (row 56, to be exact) with the seat in front of me pushed back to within 3 inches of my face. Here's how it goes: Glass of wine, a little bit to eat, one Ambien slow release pill, Bose Noise Reducing headphones, blinders....voila!!! Next thing you know it's 3 a.m. Eastern time and breakfast is served.

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

The First Day

The following is an article that was, more or less, published in last week's Mishpacha Magazine. I am grateful to Mishpacha for publishing it but, IMHO, their editing (they edited out 250 words) left much to be desired.

So, here it is in it's unabridged (and slightly revised) form.


I was sitting at my desk on a hot summer day in July, 2005. It was about 2 p.m. when the phone rang. I recognized the number displayed on my phone. It was Sara’s cell phone.

"Hi, What's up?"

"Ohel called. They need to place a ten week old baby. A girl."

"What's the story?"

"The baby is fine. Her mother is in the hospital. They think it may be post-partum depression. Ohel tried a number of foster families without success. They were pretty concerned."

"How long?"

"Ohel said probably a couple of months but it's unclear."

"What else do you know?"

"Nothing. That’s all that Ohel knows right now. What do you think?"

"Well, the burden is much more on you. If it's ok with you, it's ok with me."

"Good. 'Cause I already told them yes. The baby's coming this afternoon."

Ohel is the first agency contacted by New York’s Administration for Children’s Services (ACS) when a Jewish child is brought into the foster care system. Ohel is given a very short window to find a placement in a Jewish home with certified foster parents. If a Jewish home cannot be identified, the child runs the risk of being placed in a non-Jewish family. That’s why it’s so critical that Ohel has available Jewish foster families who can be contacted at a moment’s notice.

Sara and I were certified as foster parents in the spring of 2000. Raising our kids in a comfortable environment in the Five Towns presented many challenges and we felt that engaging in this type of hands-on chesed would be good for them. We also felt that we had a stable and structured home, which, we were told, was important for fostering. Our home was also, Baruch Hashem, a happy and fun place where a sense of humor was a must.

Working with government agencies responsible for the welfare of New York City’s children, Ohel has been providing certified Jewish foster homes for almost 40 years. During the past 15 years alone, over 350 foster children have come through their doors. The children range in age from newborns to 18 year olds. Sometimes they come in sibling groups. They come from all kinds of homes, ranging from non-observant to Modern Orthodox to Chassidic. They are Bukharian, Russian, Sephardi, Iranian, and Ashkenazi. The children, especially the older ones, often come with emotional or psychological issues, some more pronounced than others. (The act of being removed from one’s home alone is usually very traumatic). Foster children need foster parents who are loving but structured, non-judgmental but firm, and, above all, patient. A sense of humor doesn’t hurt.

Many children had passed through our home since we were certified but we had never before fostered an infant. Our next youngest child was 13 at the time. We hadn’t changed a diaper (other than our newborn grandson’s) in ten years. We no longer had a carriage, nor a playpen, baby bath, swing, baby clothes, or formula. So, Sara made a call to a younger friend from shul and by that evening our wonderful circle of friends had provided virtually everything we needed. I came home from work early that evening. We anxiously awaited the baby.

We waited. And waited. Nothing. No baby. No word from ACS. Midnight came. We went to bed, our door open so that we would be sure to hear the bell. Sara and I had a very fitful night’s sleep.

The next morning, we got a call from OHEL. How did it go? How did what go?, we asked. They quickly made some phone calls and discovered that ACS had messed up. The baby was delivered later that day.

In the beginning, Meira stared straight ahead when we held her, expressionless, as if to say, “What’s going on around here”? Thankfully, this look lasted only the first few hours; she quickly began to warm up to us. The kids made a big fuss over her, as you would expect, fighting for a chance to hold her. We bathed her and put her to sleep. We took turns feeding her through the night. This was a new experience for me; Sara had nursed all the other children so I never got to bottle-feed them in the middle of the night. While getting up in the middle of the night to feed a baby was not necessarily part of my plan at age 50, I found it surprisingly comforting. Meira was relaxed, staring at me with her big black eyes.

When you sign up as a foster parent, it is important to know that you are signing up your entire family. Your children are a big part of the team. They must ‘buy into’ fostering because they will inevitably have to sacrifice. They will sacrifice their time and, more importantly, some of your attention. From that sacrifice, however, they will learn life lessons that cannot otherwise be taught. They will see things that they would not otherwise see. They will grow and mature in profound ways.

Ironically, Sara almost never answers her cell during the day. But she picked up that phone call. Who could have imagined how profoundly Sara’s two minute conversation with Ohel would change our lives forever.

‘Two months’ has turned into almost four years. Meira has been with us every day since. She is as much a part of our family as each of the other kids. She is one of the ‘sisters’. Growing up surrounded by teenaged siblings, Meira sometimes acts like 4 going on 16 (how many four year olds do you know who like avocado more than candy?). Like any child her age, she tests our patience and our resolve. But she makes us smile and laugh much more frequently. She makes our backs creak (picking up a big toddler at the age of 54 is not so simple). But she keeps us young. She is delightful and adorable.

Fostering enriches the lives of foster children and foster families alike. However, it is certainly not for everyone. Ohel provides extensive training to all prospective foster parents to assist them in this important decision. Ohel continues to partner with those parents with ongoing support and case management once a child is placed in a home.

If you have it within you, fostering is a wonderful, important mitzvah whose rewards far exceed its sacrifices. And I don’t mean that in a spiritual way; I mean the rewards in this world, not the next (that is the Ribbono Shel Olam’s cheshbon). Knowing that you have given a needy child some love, some stability, some structure, a friendly smile, seeing their smiles, hearing them laugh, is worth it all. Knowing that you have played a small part in helping to save a Jewish neshama, a Jewish world, is priceless.

In late January, we worked out an agreement that would allow us to adopt Meira. B’ezras Hashem, the adoption process was finalized on Lag B’Omer.

Now the real work begins.

If you are interested in learning more about becoming a foster parent, please call Ohel at 718 851 6300.

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Well, Excuuuuuse Me!

Last night when I arrived home from work, I was greeted, as usual, with a spirited "Hi Abba!" from the Vance (How much longer will that last?, *sigh*, but I digress).

I noticed that she was wearing a lovely, Springy, new dress and I said, "Vance, you're wearing such a pretty dress!"

She turned to me, looked me in the eye and said, "It's not a dress, it's a jumper."

Well, Excuuuuuse me!

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Vance Digs Sir Duke

On Sunday, I tried to make a deposit at the Citibank ATM but it refused to take my money so I went to a teller in the bank proper. I wasn't really paying attention to the background music but, apparently, The Vance was. She suddenly shouted out, "That's Stevie Wonder!"

THe teller literally did a double take, looked down, and started laughing.

I guess it's not everyday that a four year old recognizes Sir Duke.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

MoC in the Jewish Star

On Meira's adoption

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

1000 Words

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Your Honor, We Were Just Kidding!

I called MHW this afternoon. She was food shopping with the Vance because the Vance's pre-school has no sessions today. The Vance was giving MHW a particularly hard time today. It could be she's very tired from all of yesterday's excitement. It could also be that that's what 4 year olds do.

I said to MHW, "You think we can give her back? 'Your Honor, we were just kidding!!'"

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

"Mommy, Am I Adopted Now?"

Last week I got a call from our lawyer asking if this Tuesday, May 12th, would work for the finalization of the adoption of the Vance. This came as a surprise since, only a week earlier, she had asked me whether the second week in June worked. (A facilitator working for OHEL apparently actually facilitated).

MHW and I cleared our calendars. We weren't going to let this opportunity pass. (We were also pleased that May 12th turned out to be Lag B'Omer, very fitting since the Vance, whose real name is Meira, has brought so much light into our lives).

We showed up at the Queens County Family Court at around 9, my in-laws eagerly joining us. We were soon met by our lawyer (with whom I had only spoken to on the phone). She was a lovely women who immediately hit it off with the Vance. You could tell that she loved what she was doing.

Shortly thereafter, we were met by a swarm from OHEL, led by David Mandel, its CEO. Also attending were Shelly, the head of foster care services (and our very first close connection from OHEL dating back almost ten years), Chaya Suri, the supervisor of the Vance's case, Ruth, the Vance's caseworker, who was instrumental in brokering the open adoption aggreement, and even Rena, the Vance's former caseworker who doesn't work for OHEL anymore but wouldn't have considered missing the moment. MHW and I were so touched by the presence of the people whose hard work and mesiras nefesh were responsible for getting us to this point.

The scene in the waiting area was pretty weird. Hugs, pictures, the exchange of stories, more pictures. The Vance, didn't really know what was going on but was happy to be the center of attention (and receive a few toys from Ruth). As disruptive as her visits to OHEL sometimes were, she always liked to go because of how well everyone treated her at OHEL. She, Miss Personality, was a star there. She was very happy to be among her friends again.

After a half hour, we were called in. Unlike previous court appearances, this proceeding was in a conference room with Judge de Phillips at the head of the table.

MHW and I affirmed that all the informaation we had provided on our written submisions was true and correct and that there had been no material changes. The clerk then had us confirm our signatures as well as the Vance's new name. The Judge then put some stuff on the record and signed the order of adoption.

As he signed, he said, "When I sign this order of adoption, I am signing an order of love."

He then spoke for a few minutes. MHW were wracking our brains to recreate his moving words. This is the best I can do right now but one of my friends is trying to get a transcript from the court (We think it was recorded).

Judge de Phillips said that we felt privileged to be there and to meet us. He said loving children is an act of humanity and that the more people who love children in this world the better off we are. He said that that to raise a child is a courageous act and that adoption was an affirmation of man's humanity. He said that, in a way, those who are loved by their parents are all "adopted", whether their parents are birth parents or not. Finally, he said that he was 72 years old and had presided over many adoptions. This was the first time he had seen so many agency staff present. He thought that was "wonderful".

We then posed for pictures with the Judge and (this being a Jewish thing) had some cookies (that Shelly had smuggled into court. The courthouse guards are usually very strict about not letting food into court. When Shelly explained that it was to celebrate an adoption, they waived her in, no problem).

As I left the conference room I told Judge de Phillips that we were privileged to be in his courtroom.

During the entire proceeding, the Vance was playing quietly with the new toys that Ruth had brought and didn't seem to be paying much attention. As we left the conference, she turned to MHW and said, "Am I adopted now?"

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Done UPDATED

In my business, to confirm that you've completed a trade, you say, "I'm done on the purchase of $X of ABC loan at Y%."

MHW and I just came back from Queens County Family Court.

We're done on the adoption of the Vance.

What could have been a formal, anticlimactic process turned into an extraordinary, moving moment because of the presiding judge who literally brought us all to tears.

Mazal tov. It's hard to believe. Thanks to so many. I will post much more later.

Hodu L'Hashem Ki Tov.

UPDATE: Here's a link to the first five posts about the Vance (f/k/a The Baby and f/k/a The Toddler)

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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Goofing on the Vance

The Vance is very lucky to have two (much) older sisters who love her very much, play with her, fool around with her, have "sister parties" with her and generally serve as wonderful role models.

But, every once in a while, like any older sisters, they play mind games with her. Last night was such an ocassion.

Fresh off her pre-school lesson, The Vance approached OOD and said, "You can't eat chametz on Pesach, right?" To which OOD said, "Right. And you also can't talk on Pesach."

Vance, with a worried look: "You can't talk on Pesach?"

OOD: "Yup. Ask OYD".

Vance to OYD: "You can't talk on Pesach?"

OYD: "Nope"

Vance, really concerned now: "Ima, can you talk on Pesach?"

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Monday, March 30, 2009

Very Shtoddy

Right before Shabbos, OOD polished The Vance's nails (in keeping with her status as an almost-four-year old going on 17).

As we assembled downstairs a few minutes later to get ready to leave to shul, The Vance was prancing around showing off her new manicure.

I complimented her on her nails, to which she replied, "Very shtoddy".

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

M'shenichnas Adar Marbim B'....

While we were eating the main course at Friday evening s'udah, The Vance (who had eaten most of her dinner while we were in shul) traipsed off into the garage and reappeared in the dinning room holding a package of candy in each hand (no doubt leftovers from her Purim stash).

She looked at MHW and then at me and said, "I can have bofh of these, right, cause it's Adar?"

She's learned her lessons well.

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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Know Your Role

Yesterday, I had the privilege of driving The Vance around to deliver shalach maons to a few of her friends from Pre-school. For each package we dropped off, we received, in return, a package laden with candy and junk.

While it's true that The Vance generally has very adult tastes, she also knows a good candy opportunity when she sees one. So, at every stop, she asked me to open one of the items that she received from her friends.

She started with a large lollypop. Then a foot-long Laffy Taffy. At the third stop she asked me to open a bag of Dipsey Doodles.

I turned around from the drivers seat and as I handed her the chips, I said, "Vance, that's the last snack for today. You have to leave the rest for another time."

The Vance, not skipping a beat, said, "Only Ima tells me that!!"

She sure knows how to put me in my place.

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Sunday, March 01, 2009

Where Does She Get This Stuff?

The Vance is addicted to her pacifier.

We've long since managed to wean her off the bottle and toilet train her but have had more limited success when it comes to her "paci".

The rule, which we enforce very consistently, is that she is only able to use the paci when she sleeps but never during the day. (How and when we get her to give it up completely is still up in the air; I am confident that she will not be using one on her wedding night but can't pinpoint and end date short of that).

Last Shabbos morning, I was drinking my traditional cup of coffee before going to shul. I heard her little steps descending the stairs. But, rather than coming to the kitchen, she went to the den circumventing the kitchen by going through the living and dining rooms.

Being no fool, I realized that she was up to something.

I peaked my head into the den. She was lying on the couch with her blanket and paci.

She looked me in the eye, big smile on her face, and said, "Ima's gonna kill me!"

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Monday, February 02, 2009

Shrinking

Further to below...


After we had put The Vance to sleep on Friday night, MHW, OYD and I were discussing the future. In particular, we were joking around about how old we are to be parenting an almost four year old.

OYD noted that we should feel good because as we begin to shrink from old age, The Vance, who is very tall for her age, will be able to reach the top shelves of the kitchen cabinets.

How reassuring.

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Relief, Joy and Profound Sadness

The legal saga surrounding the status of The Vance finally ended in a court hearing on Friday. I am still not at liberty to discuss details. Suffice it to say that, B'Ezras Hashem, we will be in a position to finalize the Vance's adoption within about six months.

MHW and I left the hearing extremely relieved. It did not become clear until the end of the hearing that the result would be positive. It was nervewracking.

We were also, of course, very happy. The Vance has been with us all but the first ten weeks of her life. She is now almost four. We are the only family she has ever known. She is as much a part of our family as each of the other kids, no more, no less. She is one of "the sisters". So, we were full of joy that she will continue to grow up as part of the mishpacha and that all doubts are finally put aside.

Finally, we were profoundly sad. The hearing was, truly, heartbreaking. Our gain was someone else's tragic loss. And, no matter how strongly I feel that this is the right result and in the best interests of The Vance, you have to be heartless not to feel for The Vance's birth mother. This feeling, more than any other, stayed with us through the weekend.

(The birth mother still has visitation rights that were worked out so she will continue to be a part of The Vance's life. Nevertheless...)

So, our gratitude to The One Above is endless. We are also grateful to all the wonderful people at OHEL who guided us (and will continue to guide us) through this journey. Their mesiras nefesh is inspiring.

(Speaking of which, OHEL is always looking for a few good foster families. If you live in the Metro area and are interested, please let me know.)

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