I am so very, very saddened today. Broken hearted. Pissed. Disgusted. There aren't even words to describe the range of feelings I have felt since hearing the news this morning. Mostly I am absolutely saddened for a mother who was turned away from the funeral of her young daughter today.
I don't know all the details exactly, but here is a quick summary.
About 9 years ago a beautiful baby girl was given up for adoption. Her mother chose an open adoption so that she would always be able to know how her daughter was doing, so that her daughter could always know her beginnings. I'm not sure, but I think the adoption closed almost immediately. She did receive a few updates and photos. The brokenhearted mother was finally contacted years later with the horrible news that her daughter was sick, was she a match for a bone marrow transplant? Amazingly, this mom was pregnant at the time, close to her due date. This mother paid for the storage of the cord blood, paid for the legal paperwork herself to try to save her oldest daughter. When this mother tried to get an update on her health after the transplant, she was basically told it was none of her business. The adoptor started stalking the natural mother on facebook and a forum for mothers where the mother had found support from other natural moms to help her through this traumatic time. The adopters didn't like that the mother was telling people how she was being treated, so they sued claiming slander. After reviewing everything, the judge ordered visitation rights for the natural mother, threw out the slander suit. This mother finally had a chance to see her daughter for two hours after almost a decade of being denied what had been promised by the adopters. Another visit was set up for a week later so that her oldest daughter could meet the sister who saved her life. Two days before this visit, big sister was hit by a car and killed on her way to school.
As tragic as that sudden death was, just days after she and her natural mother had finally been allowed to see each other, this story gets worse.
The adopters told this natural mother that she was not welcome at the funeral. The natural mother could not be kept away. When she arrived at the funeral this morning ~ with her baby girl, the "angel" that her older daughter was so excited to meet ~ she was escorted out of the funeral.
I hope to God that there is a special place in hell for these people who broke a sacred promise to their child and her natural mother. There has to be a special place in hell for someone who would turn a mother away from her own child's funeral. What was she possibly going to do? Take some of the attention away from the adopters? Maybe cry and show more grief than the adopters? Really ~ I would love to know what they thought would happen with this young mother and sister of their supposedly beloved adopted daughter attending the funeral.
I didn't think that I would ever use the word adopter as I have here. But the people who adopted this little girl, breaking the promise of open adoption, denying the mother answers of her health status, suing the mother, then denying the attendance at the funeral of this innocent little girl... they do not deserve the title of mother or father, adoptive mother or adoptive father. They are evil, mean hearted people who will surely rot in a special hell all their own.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
|So Blue Missing You|
I miss Christopher....
I want so badly to see him again. I want to hear his voice. I want to hear his laughter. I want to simply just watch him be.
No. That's not entirely the truth...
It's more than a want. My heart and my soul needs to see him, to hear him, to just be with him...
I dream of spending time with him. Of talking to him simply as mother and son. Not as two people dancing around the years lost, around unknown boundaries, dancing around the fear of words said and unsaid.
I don't know what has triggered this. These last few days I have been overwhelmed with it. I miss my son with all of my being...
Maybe it is brought on by the passing of time. Or by his continued silence. Although when he does write he seems to write "deeper" than he used to... I haven't seen him since last April. Almost a year ago. Which is more than many of you have had with your loved ones lost to adoption, I know.
I still miss him...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
|I Am Me|
When I was a pregnant teenager in 1979, I took on the shame that society was only more than willing to dole out. I no longer took into consideration all the good things I had done/did in my life ~ it was the "bad" I had done that I used to define my life. I took on the secrecy of shame. I thought that if anyone knew the "real" me ~ the me that *gasp* had sex at 15, became pregnant, then gave my baby away ~ they wouldn't like me. Or worse yet, that they would hate me or think me to be a mean, uncaring person.
I was already a "people pleaser", I already was one to avoid confrontation due to the crazy family life I was growing up in. The shame of being an unwed mother who gave a child up for adoption just deepened this in me. I set out to only show people the "nice" side of me. To prove that after all, I REALLY WAS a good girl!
The only time I felt that I could truly be myself was when I was with my life-long friend that I grew up with, as well as with a few girls we became friends with after I returned to high school after Christopher was born. They all knew, understood, and loved me ~ the REAL me ~ even though... no matter what. Until recently, it was only when I was with this wonderful group of friends that I could really be myself, that I could let down all my walls and just be.
|My friends & I ~ The Fab Five|
Changing who I was, who I let people think that I was, sadly wasn't limited to my teenage years. I continued that into adulthood. When my children were little I was the PTA volunteer, treasurer, president. I was the go-to person for the school & teachers when they needed someone to do anything extra. I wasn't a failure as a mother because I gave up my firstborn child, I was a wonder-mom to my raised kids. At least that's the persona I took on when dealing with their schools. 12 years ago when my husband moved us to this tiny village where he grew up, I became The Church Lady. The church lady who was always ready and willing to help with the funeral dinners, to teach CCD, any and everything that needed a volunteer. I wasn't the stupid 15 year old who didn't know how to say no, who gave her child up for adoption. I was a GOOD person damn it!! I would have been mortified if any of my small-town friends, fellow church goers, my hubbies family who has lived here for generations, would have seen me being myself with my girlfriends. Oh the horrors if they had seen me being the loudest laughing one in the group. If they had seen me enjoying some Cap'n and talking way too much and way too loudly. If they heard us talking nasty or sometimes cussing like sailors ...
I no longer compartmentalize all the parts of my personality. From the beginning of this journey of finding myself, I have tried to live an authentic life. I'm still working on that, but Brene Brown and her wonderful website Ordinary Courage has helped me begin. I stumbled onto an old post of hers the other day, and as I read these words:
Part of midlife is scooping up all the different versions of yourself that you’ve created to please folks, and integrating them into one whole, authentic person. This is tough work for me. I’m so good at assessing exactly who I need to be and when I need to be it. It’s really too bad that "alternating" eventually sucks your soul right out of your body...they made me realize how much I used to do that. I also realized just how much my life has changed these last three years. Three years ago I was the champion chameleon! Now?
In addition to curbing the chameleon action, the other part of integrating has been the very painful process of reconnecting with the parts of myself that I orphaned over the years. You know – the parts of ourselves that we abandon because they get in the way of who and what we need to be now.
I am a million different things.
At a million different times.
I am ME.
I am me with no apologies!