Well friends, I do realize that if I write this here it's no longer a secret! ha ha.

My wife picks up this free local magazine called ParentWise. It has a couple of articles, but mainly acts as an activity/event listing for families in Austin area. This month, the feature was on foster children and their portraits. The states have photographers takes portraits of kids in foster care, needing to be adapted. The photos serve as the matchmaker -- they deck the kids out, take gorgeous pictures, in the hopes of promoting the kids and finding them a permanent home.

I've never been strong when it comes to stuff like this, but I'm positively weak-kneed as I considered the thought. I'd love to adapt them. I'd love to adapt as many as I can. My wife and I often discuss the thought of adapting sibling groups -- they are the hardest to get adapted. I do fantasize about adapting a black kid and a Caucasian kid -- though I realize that we are not the ideal parents (me, Asian, wife, Caucasian) to raise someone of African descent, but who cares? A loving parent (which I sure am) is better than no parent! I may not be much of anything else, but I am confident that I am a good dad. Children rule my world (yes, literally...).

So here is my plan. I'm going to be a rock star and live in a huge mansion, and raise a huge family. Many married rock stars do have huge families, from Sting to Bono, to Stephen Curtis Chapman (a Christian music super star who has like 7 kids -- 4 of his own and 3 adapted? He's a strong advocate for adapting Chinese girls). Simple, isn't it? I've got it all mapped out.

Uh, yes, I am aware that I may be delusional -- call me lunatic -- or at least I've chosen a wrong industry. I can accept all that. But whether I'll become a rock star or not, one day I'm going to adapt a child. Or two. I'm sure that's an achievable goal, even if I can't say the same for the other half of my dream.