I am never alone. Adoption is always with me. It is between the lines of everything I read. It is on the tongue of every conversation. It is a constant tow.
I have more than once told fake tales of pregnancy and labor, choosing to play along with baby-store staffers rather than say, "We adopted." To say it like that, as explanation to a stranger, seems a violation of something, or a diminishing of all of us - you, me, Daddy, your birth parents - as if Adoption is all someone needs to know about us, or as if knowing Adoption about us is really knowing anything at all.
You say things that leave me breathless, like, "Before I was born I was sad because I thought I wouldn't have a family. I thought I wouldn't have any parents to love me and take care of me. And then after I got born when the nurse put me in your arms, I looked up into your loving eyes and I cried happy tears, because I knew I had a mother forever. And I knew you were the mother I always wanted."
And you say things that leave me floundering, like when I said, "I love that you used so many different colors to make these pictures. They're beautiful! Maybe we can send one to M," and you said, Who's M? Oh, yeah, my birth mother. Should I be disturbed that you forgot (even for a moment) who "M" is? Should I be happy that you don't seem to have Adoption running through your every thought as I do? Should I think nothing of the moment and just move on?
I sometimes wonder if I've lost my sense of humor. Other people see this cartoon and crack up laughing. I see this cartoon and wonder if you will ever feel this way.
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Just confirmed that I'll be presenting two workshops at the 2011 Annual Adoption Conference presented by the Adoptive Parents Committee (APC). This is a big deal to me because it's an opportunity to move APs and PAPs past the romantic adoption fairy tale that sadly, some in the industry continue to promote, and help them "get real" about how adoption shapes the entire adoptive family.
I'll post titles and descriptions of my workshops once they go live on the APC website. The conference will be Sunday, November 20th at St. Francis College in Brooklyn. I hope to see you there!
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She said: I've been blessed by adoption, but still, I don't understand how a mother can give up her child. I could never do that.
I said: You could never do that? How do you know?
She said: Because! I love my kids far too much. I would never do that to them.
I said: Hmm... then surely you love your children too much to ever diminish their history or deny them access to their roots.
A mother as loving as you doesn't feel the need to compete with her kid's first family, change her child's name, or withhold any contact with their birth family.
And - hallelujah! - you're not one of those adoptive parents who tries to pretend that the life and development and attachment and love and leaving that happened before you is insignificant.
You love your children far too much to do that to them.
Whew! Good to know.
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I Think About Your First Love Sally Bacchetta
She gave you form,
she gave you breath,
she gave you then to me.
She gave away a future – the mother she might be.
She chose to set a different course for the life you were to live,
a life of joy and hope and peace beyond what she could give.
Sure she couldn’t be for you the mother you would need,
she made a choice that broke her heart,
and trusting me to lead,
she took her hopes,
her dreams, her faith,
and laid them in my hands,
and weeping love upon your face
she prayed you’d understand.
She walked away with empty arms and nothing now to show
how very much she loved you. I promised her you’d know.
She’d yet to learn – as mothers will – this truth about the heart: It remembers those who love us, however far apart.
And every moon and every morn
that I have known since you were born
pales in the light of this love like no other –
the light of your first love,
your first mother.
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PLEASE NOTE: I have friends who never chose adoption for their children; women who had the choice made for them or who were threatened, tricked and manipulated into signing papers. When I talk in this post about "walking away," I'm not talking about you, and I'm sincerely sorry if my choice of words causes you pain. This post is not to criticize choices made. It is for me to find my way through another phase of my development as a parent, as an adoptive parent, as my kids' Mama. I am an adoptive parent, and that is the only perspective on adoption I can ever have. This blog is my place to share my reality. Sally
No matter how I talk with my children about adoption I can't change the fundamental truth that they were de-selected. We can call it "She was too young" or "She wasn't able to take care of you" or "She wanted a better life for you" - all of which may be true - but it doesn't change the fact that she made a choice to not remain in their lives. They were, on some very intimate and primal level, "given away."
And though I've never had even a fleeting fantasy that my children would be unaffected by adoption, lately I find my heart breaking.
What am I going to do when my daughter, one of the most loving, free-spirited, joyous, genuinely kind people I've ever known realizes that She decided not to be her mother?
And what am I going to say to my son, truly the essence of sweetness and light and goodness, when he asks why She decided not to be his mother?
I don't imagine that any adoptive parent has the answer, because it's not anything we can answer. It's not about us. It's about the women who share breath and blood with our children and later walk out of their lives.
This post makes me feel sick.
The weight of loving my children through this realization makes me feel sick.
The idea that they may think themselves "unlovable" even for a split second makes me feel sick. And weep.
I hate that some adoptees do think themselves "unlovable." (My kids never have. Will they ever?)
I hate that some first mothers tell their adult adopted children "Lose my number. I don't want a relationship with you." (My kids' haven't. Will they ever?)
Mostly I hate that no matter how close our family is and no matter how much I love them and no matter how completely I celebrate them for being exactly who they are, I can't protect them from their truth.
It's like trying to rhyme with "orange."
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