Know what qualifications you need to accompany Korean adoptees to America? Me neither.
There were times when Holt had so many eager adoptive parents and they were bringing so many children to America, that finding people to escort them across the ocean was a big challenge.
Because heaven forfend anyone waste any time or money going to Korea just because they want to raise a Korean.
Often times, the children were escorted by airline employees who volunteered to do this on days off, military personnel, or anyone else who was game to babysit for the many interim hours between destinations.
[…] I babysat a five-month-old girl who was on her way to Baltimore to join her new parents. She was a little fussy at first but I had a bottle for her. When she wasn’t sleeping she was looking up at me with her soulful brown eyes that seemed to ask, “Are you my new mom?”
Please adopt me, Great White Mommy, she said with her eyes. You are the bestest mommy ever and I love you so much. Yes, she did. Yes, in English. With her eyes! Shut up she did too!
Say, Lady, did you ever see a child you didn’t covet? After three hours, this baby was “yours,” because you “fell in love” with her within minutes. She even magically asked you to be her mommy. So you proved your maternal love by…handing her over to random strangers–literally, to the first people who said they wanted to babysit for a few hours. Why? Because it was time for you and your mother-love to get off the plane and go home. That couple could have been anyone. You don’t even know their names.
You have no idea what became of the baby you’re writing your self-congratulating dewy-eyed post about at all, do you?
Three hours later it was time to take my little girl and put her back on the plane. […] I walked on the plane, stood in the front of the airline cabin looking at all of the passengers, and said, […]“This little girl is from Korea. She’s going to a new home in Baltimore, to adoptive parents who are eagerly waiting for her. Could someone hold her and feed her until you land?” Finally, an elderly couple sitting five rows back eagerly waved their hands and said, “We would love to take care of this little girl!”
It’s just that easy to give up “your” baby, with whom you are “in love,” and congratulate yourself for doing so a few misty decades later, isn’t it?
No wonder you love adoption. You think it involves pretty birdies flying from Africa to drop eggs into your nest.