First of all--to my readers--OMG!!! THANK YOU!!! I logged in today and saw I had comments and almost wet my pants. I was prepared for them to be ONLINE CAS8NO GAMBLING spam or something and they are real live people that I read and admire!! THANKS AGAIN guys!!
Second of all--I forgot to mention something. Which ought to give you an idea about how much I actually think about it in the day to day life.
I AM ADOPTED MYSELF!!!
Honestly, I never even think about it.
There were years and years and years where I never thought about it.
Ok, it was a newborn, caucasian adoption. Nobody stared in public. No racism. No, kids had to be content to tease me about my greasy stringy hair, huge braces, incredible dorkiness, and terminal weirdness.
I had the best parents in the world and I am the luckiest girl ever.
But I digress. Anyway, it isn't that big a deal. My sweet, darling mother drives me insane. But the point is that she is just Mom. I don't stop and think when I press the phone button, "Geez, I think I'll call and see what my weird, insane, annoying but incredibly wonderful and deeply lovable ADOPTED MOTHER" is going to bug me about today. No, I just press the phone button and think that exact thought but leave out the "ADOPTED" part.
So there.
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2 comments:
Oh yes...the stares in inter-racial adoptions. Thankfully they are becoming less and less common...
In an age on the verge of confronting some of the biggest questions ever faced in genetic engineering, we certainly ought to know better, but there is no accounting for willful ignorance.
As an ex-abortion (pre-Roe) who has had ample reason to generate stares of his own (my mom still hasn't been properly broken of the word "crippled" either...) I favor intact families any way they can be built.
You rock - I love your blog.
Yeah, the stares are a bit weird, but I've gotten used to them. IF ONLY I had the nerve to say to the next person who asked, "so, I guess they look just like daddy?"
"I don't know....I never saw his face....." as I look off into the distance and bite my lower lip.
If only, if only.
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