Think Before You Meme


Think Before You Meme
            There’s a meme floating around Facebook lately that ruffled my feathers a bit. It went:
            “There comes a point in life when fun no longer means clubbing, drinking, or being our till 4am, or thinking about yourself!
            “Fun means Disney movies, family dinners, bedtime stories, long cuddles, a messy house, sleeping by 10pm and hearing little voices say “I love you”.
            “Becoming a parent doesn’t change you, it makes you realize that the little people that YOU created deserve the very best of your time. Repost if you get it. I hope I see this on the wall of every Mother and Father I know!”
            I generally agree with this with one major exception.
            The person who created this meme had their heart in the right place, even if their head was in Tulsa.
            Here’s why:
            My wife and I adopted our daughter when she was three days old in 2009. I did not create her; my wife did not create her.  The three of us share no DNA, unless it was with the common ancestry of Ook the Australopithici a million generations back.
            I know, I know, Homo Sapiens aren’t descended from Australopithecus, deal with it, I’m rolling…
            Did we “create” her hair color, her eye color, her eventual adult height and weight? No. Did we “create” her love of Barney the Dinosaur? Hell no. Did we “create” her smile, her sense of humor, her vocabulary? Yes, (the answer to those questions would have been “no” had we adopted a ten year old, just to point out a fact.) so in a sense the meme writer’s use of the word “created” was correct; but I will wager that was not what he/she meant.              
            Is it axiomatic to assume that if we did not create our child she does NOT deserve the very best of my time? Well, anyone who took a class in logic would say yes. Just as those posts of “Like and repost if you love Jesus” implies that if we do NOT like and repost…
            Shortly after my daughter was born Huggies had a sweepstakes – free diapers for life or some such. According to the rules from the television commercial announcing the contest, all you have to do is fertilize an egg and gestate for nine months and give birth to a baby. It was meant as a joke but it ruffled those self-same feathers as the meme did three years later.
            Being a grumpy old person, I wrote to the company and explained that I and my wife were adopting. Why were we excluded from their contest? I explained to them the millions of adopting parents they are excluding and ignoring and perhaps Pampers would treat us better.
            I received a canned email saying they understand my frustration and of course the contest was open to us and any adopting parents. The “rules” were all in fun and I was provided an official statement of rules. And indeed gestating self-created zygotes was nowhere mentioned in the rules.
            We entered. We didn’t win. Bastards…
            Months earlier, before our daughter was born but the adoption all but completed, our local K-Mart had a parking lot marked “For Expecting Mothers” just after the handicapped spots and just before the parking for the rest of us. We parked there quite a bit.
            “Should we park here,” my wife asked.
            “You are an expectant mother,” I said. Fortunately for come hapless clerk no one called us on it.
            The expecting mothers’ parking sign is no longer there. Perhaps too many fat men or elderly ladies parked there and they saw their nice gesture to pregnant women was being ignored. Unlike someone with a handicapped sticker on their Mercedes doing back flips into their store, there was a parking privilege they COULD do away with.
            Am I arguing that adoptive parents should be given special class treatment under the constitution? No. Should they be treated the same as any expecting or … (what’s the word) … arrived (?) parent? Yes, certainly.  
            I guess my point is a meme author (and anyone who shares it on FB and elsewhere) ought to think about who they might be excluding when they pontificate. I’ve done it too and so I try to be careful about such things.
            Some people might say, “Lighten up”. I expect most of the people who would roll their eyes at my perceived slight would also be the kind to sputter and fume when they are told “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”. Woe to you hypocrites!  I am discussing about being more inclusive, not less.
            An imagined slight to your religion because a store clerk doesn’t identify it specifically may be your hang-up. An imagined slight to my not having a true parent/child relationship because my child was not born to me naturally is my hang-up. It may be egocentric of me to say but my hang-up seems less political and less petty; you don’t hear Pat Robertson say much about a “War on Adoption”.
            There, that’s off my chest.
            I’m thinking for the countdown to Christmas I may do reviews of the various adoptions of my favorite Christmas story – “A Christmas Carol”. More to come!
Copyright 2012 Michael G. Curry

3 thoughts on “Think Before You Meme

  1. Blogs are a good place to un-chest these kinds of things, Mike! 🙂 And you always do it thoughtfully and with eloquence. I hope I have never made a rash statement or poorly chosen comment that would ping the nerve of any adopting parent, but what you say makes me more dedicated to be sure such a thing doesn't happen. And inspiring such care is a Good Thing. Looking forward to your 'A Christmas Carol' reviews…we share a great love of Scroogenalia. Hmmmm, wonder if that's an actual word…. 😉

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