I was at the grocery store with BC the other day and the cashier gave him one of those “paid” stickers. The ones that you put on gallons of milk to show that they were paid for. The cashier, trying to be funny, told BC that the sticker would show that I bought him.
In the car, he asked if I really bought him. I told him that he couldn’t be bought because he was worth more than all the money in the world. I’m sure that he didn’t understand what I was trying to say, but he smiled, so that made me feel good.
I came across this article from Yahoo News about an investigation into forced adoptions. It seems to be pretty common knowledge that this happened a lot in the 1940s – 60s, but apparently it happened in a number of countries as late as the 1980s. If that isn’t shocking enough, the article shares how some of these mothers described their experiences. The most common description was “sad,” but there are many other, more devastating descriptions, such as “horrifying,” “tragic,” “barbaric,” and even “soul rape.” Check out the whole article here.