Writing My Wrongs

The photo left (click for larger view) was taken today at a good luck/going away party for my niece. She is on the left, me on the bottom right.  It was an emotional day.  I gave her a recordable book (fabulous idea, Hallmark) to which I recorded my voice (and my sons) to various pages of the book. I also gave her a Tiffany key and wrote in the card that the real key to her success lays on opposite ends of the pendant when she wears it, more specifically, her own head and heart. When we left, she walked me to my car, told me that I was the only one that was supportive of her, she really appreciated it, loved me and more. Major blubber fest between us.

I wish her only the best. She deserves it.

In other news, a dear friend was reunited with her son today.  I am thrilled for her and as usual, green with envy.  He is “open and excited” at the idea of meeting her and since they live only a few towns from each other it will likely be very soon. As usual, its bittersweet for me. I am happy she shared with me. I want her to. I want all mothers who finally get to hold their children again to scream it to everyone they know.  Strangers in the grocery store, the 411 operator, whomever you encounter. Tell everyone. Show pictures and be proud.  Take back what was taken from you. Never hide. Not even from me.

Sadly, many people do.  They feel (understandably so) that telling me about their good reunions is rude for it may be rubbing my nose in my bad reunion. Trust me, you don’t have to tell me about your reunion for me to think about mine. It is with me daily.  So don’t hold back. Blabber on. I want to see you foaming at the mouth with the joy of finding your child. Do an Elaine dance while you foam.

And because I like the photo so much, I share this second photo, also taken today, of me and my darling Rich.

Godspeed to my niece and to my friend on both of their new phases of life.

I am kinda done for now on the whole gay/queer topic.

This is largely due to the ridiculous and yet, at times amusing, commentary my daughter and her girlfriend have received and answered via my daughters formspring.  It feels a bit like a train wreck where you feel compelled to look (read) but it is unsettling and you want to look away because it is unsettling yet you still look.  I really don’t want to read because part of me really would prefer to hear those things directly from my daughter and reading them just seems to rub my face in my reunion much like a person would rub a dogs nose in their own feces.  Its not appealing or productive. I also, oddly feel like I am some kind of peeping Tomasina or something.  It is just odd.

Next topic.

Spent the day with a dear friend today. She is in the picture below (left) and I am right. She is one of the many Easter House adoptees I helped to reunite.  She, like me, has not had an ideal reunion but she has no regrets in her search and is glad she found her mother.

I am personally glad I found her and was later able to find her mother for her.  Having friends like her, friends who “get it”, friends that you can cry and scream and rant about adoption with, make the pain much less.

Love you GF!

A friend of mine and I were debating which type of reunion is better or worse — the type where you are, like me, outright rejected from the start or, like my friend, where you have five years of ups and downs and pulls and tugs and yes and no.

Thoughts?

I have my own personal opinion (which I will share when others share theirs. I don’t want to influence what people would say).

What do you think?

(And thank you to my friends on twitter that provided early commentary on this)