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adoption asian baby
  • a legal proceeding that creates a parent-child relation between persons not related by blood; the adopted child is entitled to all privileges belonging to a natural child of the adoptive parents (including the right to inherit)
  • The action or fact of adopting or being adopted
  • borrowing: the appropriation (of ideas or words etc) from another source; "the borrowing of ancient motifs was very apparent"
  • the act of accepting with approval; favorable reception; "its adoption by society"; "the proposal found wide acceptance"
  • (asia) the largest continent with 60% of the earth's population; it is joined to Europe on the west to form Eurasia; it is the site of some of the world's earliest civilizations
  • a native or inhabitant of Asia
  • of or relating to or characteristic of Asia or the peoples of Asia or their languages or culture; "Asian countries"
  • A native of Asia or a person of Asian descent
  • a very young child (birth to 1 year) who has not yet begun to walk or talk; "the baby began to cry again"; "she held the baby in her arms"; "it sounds simple, but when you have your own baby it is all so different"
  • pamper: treat with excessive indulgence; "grandparents often pamper the children"; "Let's not mollycoddle our students!"
  • the youngest member of a group (not necessarily young); "the baby of the family"; "the baby of the Supreme Court"
  • A very young child, esp. one newly or recently born
  • A young or newly born animal
  • The youngest member of a family or group
adoption asian baby - Mei Mei
Mei Mei Little Sister: Portraits from a Chinese Orphanage
Mei Mei Little Sister: Portraits from a Chinese Orphanage
The Chinese believe an unseen red thread joins those in this life who are destined to connect. For photographer Richard Bowen, that thread led him to China's state-run welfare institutions, where there are thousands of children, primarily girls, growing up without families to take care of them. Mei Mei presents a poignant glimpse of just a few of these remarkable children. Composed against neutral backgrounds, these portraits capture the girls inner lives, away from their often bleak surroundings. The images show an almost endless range of expressions: small faces filled with longing and hope, joy and sadness, humor and mischief, defiance and despair. Through the camera's eye these young children are no longer orphans, but individuals whose personalities are as vital, distinct, and beautiful as any mother's child. When that unique human being comes into focus, the connection is made and the red thread becomes visible. And once seen, the bond can never be broken.

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Pearl Buck and family 1924
Pearl Buck and family 1924
Writer, Pulitzer and Nobel Prize winner "Pearl Comfort Sydenstricker was born on June 26, 1892, in Hillsboro, West Virginia. Her parents, Absalom and Caroline Sydenstricker, were Southern Presbyterian missionaries, stationed in China. Pearl was the fourth of seven children (and one of only three who would survive to adulthood). She was born when her parents were near the end of a furlough in the United States; when she was three months old, she was taken back to China, where she spent most of the first forty years of her life. The Sydenstrickers lived in Chinkiang (Zhenjiang), in Kiangsu (Jiangsu) province, then a small city lying at the junction of the Yangtze River and the Grand Canal. Pearl's father spent months away from home, itinerating in the Chinese countryside in search of Christian converts; Pearl's mother ministered to Chinese women in a small dispensary she established. From childhood, Pearl spoke both English and Chinese. She was taught principally by her mother and by a Chinese tutor, Mr. Kung. In 1900, during the Boxer Uprising, Caroline and the children evacuated to Shanghai, where they spent several anxious months waiting for word of Absalom's fate. Later that year, the family returned to the US for another home leave. In 1910, Pearl enrolled in Randolph-Macon Woman's College, in Lynchburg, Virginia, from which she graduated in 1914. Although she had intended to remain in the US, she returned to China shortly after graduation when she received word that her mother was gravely ill. In 1915, she met a young Cornell graduate, an agricultural economist named John Lossing Buck. They married in 1917, and immediately moved to Nanhsuchou (Nanxuzhou) in rural Anhwei (Anhui) province. In this impoverished community, Pearl Buck gathered the material that she would later use in The Good Earth and other stories of China. The Bucks' first child, Carol, was born in 1921; a victim of PKU, she proved to be profoundly retarded. Furthermore, because of a uterine tumor discovered during the delivery, Pearl underwent a hysterectomy. In 1925, she and Lossing adopted a baby girl, Janice. The Buck marriage was unhappy almost from the beginning, but would last for eighteen years. From 1920 to 1933, Pearl and Lossing made their home in Nanking (Nanjing), on the campus of Nanking University, where both had teaching positions. In 1921, Pearl's mother died and shortly afterwards her father moved in with the Bucks. The tragedies and dislocations which Pearl suffered in the 1920s reached a climax in March, 1927, in the violence known as the "Nanking Incident." In a confused battle involving elements of Chiang Kai-shek's Nationalist troops, Communist forces, and assorted warlords, several Westerners were murdered. The Bucks spent a terrified day in hiding, after which they were rescued by American gunboats. After a trip downriver to Shanghai, the Buck family sailed to Unzen, Japan, where they spent the following year. They then moved back to Nanking, though conditions remained dangerously unsettled. Pearl had begun to publish stories and essays in the 1920s, in magazines such as Nation, The Chinese Recorder, Asia, and Atlantic Monthly. Her first novel, East Wind, West Wind, was published by the John Day Company in 1930. John Day's publisher, Richard Walsh, would eventually become Pearl's second husband, in 1935, after both received divorces. In 1931, John Day published Pearl's second novel, The Good Earth. This became the best-selling book of both 1931 and 1932, won the Pulitzer Prize and the Howells Medal in 1935, and would be adapted as a major MGM film in 1937. Other novels and books of non-fiction quickly followed. In 1938, less than a decade after her first book had appeared, Pearl won the Nobel Prize in literature, the first American woman to do so. By the time of her death in 1973, Pearl would publish over seventy books: novels, collections of stories, biography and autobiography, poetry, drama, children's literature, and translations from the Chinese. In 1934, because of conditions in China, and also to be closer to Richard Walsh and her daughter Carol, whom she had placed in an institution in New Jersey, Pearl moved permanently to the US. She bought an old farmhouse, Green Hills Farm, in Bucks County, PA. She and Richard adopted six more children over the following years. Green Hills Farm is now on the Registry of Historic Buildings; fifteen thousand people visit each year. From the day of her move to the US, Pearl was active in American civil rights and women's rights activities. She published essays in both Crisis, the journal of the NAACP, and Opportunity, the magazine of the Urban League; she was a trustee of Howard University for twenty years, beginning in the early 1940s. In 1942, Pearl and Richard founded the East and West Association, dedicated to cultural exchange and understanding between Asia and the West. In 1949, outraged that existing adoption services considered Asian and
Pilgrimage to YouXian
Pilgrimage to YouXian
We knew that traveling deep into the rural heart of the Hunan Province to visit the orphanage that nutured Eleanor would be a powerful experience, but we had no idea just how meaningful the journey would be. Our trip from Changsha to YouXian on a searing-hot day was a hypnotic three-hour ride through some of the most lush and mesmerizing countryside that China has to offer, vast swaths of which look resolutely unchanged since the 19th Century. Crumbling stone huts interspersed with rice paddies tended by stooped peasants in straw hats; wobbly rickshaws burdened by farm-to-market goods; quaint villages thronged by midday shoppers, many in traditional dress, bartering over vegetables and other provisions ... all framed by soaring green mountain ranges and stream-dappled flood plains. Not everything is bucolic bliss -- cold-blooded madmen on rickety motorcycles swarmed the roads like angry bees, dueling with the buses and trucks and occasional cars as if giving up an inch of asphalt would disgrace their ancestors. Our bus driver was a profusely sweating, mentally deranged man with the guts of a riverboat gambler who apparently has spent most of his adult life obsessively watching the chase scene from The French Connection in a perpetual loop, and thought nothing of hurtling past a line of trucks on a blind curve, severely traumatizing the few passengers who had the courage to look. But this was only a backdrop to the business of the day, a sobering tour of the orphanage that actually is a county home for destitute seniors as well as abandoned children. The director of the facility was very gracious but very strict about photographing the premises -- it soon became clear that there are concerns about photographs of children yet to be adopted leaking to the outside world. The children we saw were wide-eyed, beautiful, and heartbreaking -- they navigated around at knee-level on baby walkers, craning up to look at you like baby robins. The caregivers were very friendly and seemed thrilled to see the newly adopted children, like Eleanor, who had returned for a visit. The place was clean but grim, and though it probably compares fairly well to most Chinese orphanages it was wrenching to think of our Eleanor spending day after day after day there, competing for attention and love. We saw the crib that Eleanor used, a cold, institutional-looking model among a fleet of others just like it in a gray, lifeless room. It seemed terribly sad. Make no mistake -- clearly the orphanage staff works extremely hard and does their level best for the children who find their way into their care. But they face a great challenge with relatively thin resources. We were heartened to learn that US Asian Affairs, the liasion between our adoption agency and the Chinese government, has just donated $3,000 to buy air conditioners for the YouXian orphanage; we also were happy to hear that every child at the orphanage is in line to be adopted. We left the premises with heavy yet hopeful hearts, and gripped our own lovely children who will never spend another night there with all the compassion we could muster. The climax of our day came when we were taken to the site where Eleanor was found the day after she was born, the steps of a large post office (pictured here) on the main highway leading into town. Pictures were taken and Dennis scooped up a handful of red clay from along the roadside to give to Eleanor someday, a piece of earth from this remote and other-wordly place. This entire day, in truth, was for Eleanor: a mission to investigate her roots as best we could, so that one day we might provide her with some understanding of where she is from and how abject strangers loved her enough to sustain her until a blessed and lucky couple came from halfway around the world to take her as their very own.

adoption asian baby
adoption asian baby
I Love You Like Crazy Cakes
This story of a woman who travels to China to adopt a baby girl, based on the author's own experiences, is a celebration of the love and joy a baby brings into the home. Full color.

Mother-love is profound, however a baby comes into a woman's life. For Rose Lewis, the journey to motherhood begins with a letter to Chinese officials, asking if she can adopt from the "big room with lots of other babies." The infants in that room in China are each missing a mother, but Lewis is missing something, too--a baby. She travels to China to meet her new little girl and falls head over heels in love. Taking her baby home to America, Lewis introduces her to all her family and friends, and they begin their life together.
A touching love story, I Love You Like Crazy Cakes will warm the cockles of any new parent's heart, especially those who have recently adopted a child. It's an ideal story for lap-time reading, and will inspire parents and kids to talk about their own first "meetings," whether at birth or in an adoption agency. Jane Dyer, illustrator of the bestselling Time for Bed by Mem Fox, Oh My Baby, Little One by Kathi Appelt, and many other marvelous picture books, uses a pastel palette of watercolors to capture the tender moments between the American mom and her rosy-cheeked Chinese baby. (Ages 3 to 6) --Emilie Coulter

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