I happened to notice in passing that this past Saturday was “National Adoption Day“. This is a day like Earth Day that was created to raise awareness about a specific issue — in this case, the 100,000+ children in foster care awaiting permanent homes.
As the father of two adopted children, I was a little surprised I hadn’t heard about this day before. After all, most adoption-related news items get on my radar in ways that they never would have five years ago. But it was only a chance encounter with a leftover copy of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer at Sunny Teriyaki on Saturday night that gave me any indication that this day even existed in the national consciousness.
I read that something like 3,100 children were adopted Saturday. This is great news, both for the children, as well as for the parents. Being a dad is supremely rewarding, and whether it comes naturally, via a drunken Friday-night romp in the backseat of a ’77 Mustang, or bureaucratically, via a two-year process involving every functionary in the Russian Far East, it is nevertheless an amazing thing to be a father.