A Typical Morning

This morning was chaos  I got up late for one, but I am use to doing that. Being attached to this damn keyboard till 2 am every night, makes a 7:30 wake up call very painful.

And of course, I totally forgot that Tristan had Kindergarten registration today at 8:50 AM. So I had to run about and find the dern papers that I filled out last month, find his OBC, find mail for proof of address, and then give up on his immunization records…coz heck, they have the on file anyway and I bet the school is more organized than me!

A Day in the Life of a Birthmother

So I make the lunch, curse my incompetence  and walk the kids to school, stopping for coffee along the way. It’s very windy here and I curse my eco warrior self that insisting on walking. And Al Gore for making me into the eco warrior, but I love him.

Anyway..yada yada…fill out more papers, make photocopies and then wait for the school nurse to finish the registration thingy. I drink my coffee..ahhh.. watch the kids come in, talk to Sharon about soccer start up dates, how opening day is the same day as Bethany and Adam’s wedding..so maybe we won’t get there for the first game. Both kids are in the wedding party..so that’s a big day. Why is it that there is always ONE date that EVERYTHING is happening on?

Damn the 28th of April. The New England Adoption COnference is on that day too and I CAN’T GO!!! Waaa!

When Adoption Bleeds into Everything

Anyway…don’t ask me how I do it, but I can make anyone talk about adoption! Actually, it is not hard…Nurse asks me if I still work at Terror-dome. And I say, yes..until September, when school starts and then I switch out. So she asks me if I started looking…what’s’ my plan? So I say..yeah, I might go back to design, but I don’t want to anymore, that I would rather find something tied into the non profit work I do.

And the big question..Oh what do you do?
Enter the adoption world.

I Told Her the Truth

But what was GREAT..is that here is person, with no ties to adoption..and she got it..right off the bat. I didn’t need to explain or defend or nothing. In fact, when she asked how old I was when I had Max…and I said 19, she said “Not so young, but young enough that other people could really influence what you did” BINGO!

It was a great conversation..and she KNEW that people don’t have the facts or think about it all because they are NOT given the information. That ones with ulterior motives control the information.

And as she said..as a single professional woman with children, she realized how hard it must be based on the crap she got, for someone younger, and vulnerable to have some real choice, to have rights. I could hug her…I didn’t have to tell her anything. She KNEW! Longest medical intake known to God.

I apologize to the mom who was after me who patiently sat with her boy as we talked and talked.

I froze on the way home, the wind is bitter..but I feel very supported this am. I the daily connections like this…being OUT about who I am, that gives me wings to fight even the coldest of blows.