Everyone is writing, talking, blogging, facebooking about the Adoptee Rights Demonstration in August. While I read and comment, I sit here in my adorable cottage style home in CT and feel conflicted. My inner selves fight each other.
Part of me jumps up and down and want to scream .
Lets go! Now! Wahoo! My city! The place where my child was born! Hooray for Illinois and Chicago. When is the next flight out?
Then I feel a sick feeling in my stomach and something says “Whoaaaa. Hold on there.” Chicago? With a bunch of adoption people? Talking adoption in the location that you surrendered your first-born, only daughter, to strangers? That stanking rotting nest hole for the Kurtz adoption agency? Have you really thought about what that will mean and feel like?
Well, uh, yeah, I guess. Sort of. Maybe? But hey! That week is also my first wedding anniversary. I got married in Chicago a year ago. How cool would it be to celebrate in the city we got married!!! Lets go.
Uh, okay, so are you celebrating your anniversary, mourning/grieving/ the child you surrendered, or protesting?
Uh. All? None? One.
And what about those people who will be there that you don’t like or they don’t like you?
Oh, please, I don’t need to like people to support a cause. Nor do they have to like me.
Will you take your hubby? If you are framing this as a part anniversary celebration, what is he to do while you are standing around protesting (or crying in a corner?)
Oh, but he is wonderful, he would stand around, protest, get me a tissue.
Yeah, but does he want to celebrate anniversary that way? Is he giving in to you? How much of your life and his has to be consumed by your adoption trauma and related activities?
But, but, I have to. It is MY state, my daughters birthplace, my well, thang. I have to show my support. My peeps are there.
Okay, what if you have surgery just before then? How will that work out? Will you be recovered enough to travel?
At this point, I tell that inner voice to shut up and I procrastinate about making hotel and flight plans and confirming attendance.
The joys of being a Gemini.