Mothering without a Compass: White Mother's Love, Black Son's Courage

Mothering without a Compass: White Mother's Love, Black Son's Courage

Mothering without a Compass: White Mother's Love, Black Son's Courage

Mothering without a Compass: White Mother's Love, Black Son's Courage

Synopsis

"In 1997, Becky Thompson began parenting nine-year-old Adrian at the request of his mother, changing both of their lives forever. Mothering without a Compass is the story of Thompson's first year as the white lesbian "sudden-mother" of an African American boy. From the everyday yet sometimes overwhelming tasks of finding Adrian a school and debating the significance of action figures, to unexpected discussions about who pays whom at the sperm bank and the more complicated matters of racism, sexuality, nontraditional families, open adoption, love, and loss, Thompson gives us an absorbing and often humorous account of her experience with antiracist, multicultural parenting." "Mothering without a Compass relates a lesbian parent's struggle to help her child grow up and describes the complexities facing children who have more than one family." Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved

Excerpt

October

Put my head in her hands,
our two heads together

I had known for many years that I was going to be a mother. in fact, I had had a recurring feeling since early adulthood that a child would simply arrive on my doorstep. My intuition was that I wouldn’t even have to go and fill out papers. a child would simply show up at my house. So, I wasn’t very surprised when Adrian — the younger brother of Andrea, a marvelous, twenty-oneyear-old woman who had become my goddaughter a few years earlier — arrived for a two-week summer vacation in August 1997 and then announced a week later that he was staying for good.

When Adrian’s mother called a few days later to ask if I would continue to care for him, I was afraid my excitement might make me rush to control a conversation that was really hers to initiate. My mind raced, wondering what I would need to know as a white lesbian to raise an African American boy in a country that so complicates that arrangement. My heart beat hard, but I hadn’t been surprised that Adrian’s mother had called. I do remember feeling flushed after we hung up, after I told her I would be honored to care for him, and that I would love him as much as any human being could. and I remember feeling . . .

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.