Before you have a reunion…

you have to have information.

I understand there may be some adoptees marching for their right to know who they are today in New Orleans so this is for them.

When all the studies say that mothers of children lost to adoption want to be found, why do people keep perpetuating the myth that records should not be opened because the “birth mother” was promised confidentiality.

As a mother, I can tell you no such promise was made to me. A penalty was imposed on me, that I would never know my child. It wasn’t what I wanted. Of course, that didn’t stop us. we searched for each other and we met.

If you are the mother (or father) of a child who was adopted and you’d really like to meet that child, speak up, make your views known.

Peace

UM

Not all adoption all the time

It is a beautiful day here, high above the river. The wind is strong and the waves are crashing over the breakwater. The trees below me are bending and bowing. The sun is shining.  It is, as I said, a beautiful glorious day.  A day on which you are happy to be alive.

I have been reading recently that some of the adoptees are getting tired. Tired of having to be well behaved and perfect and please everybody. I can empathize with that.  Where are you in all of it? Because really the first person you have to please is yourself. Many of us have learned the hard way what happens when to thine own self one is not true.  I get tired of it all too sometimes.

But even when I’m tired, I think it’s good that all the voices are being heard.  Two-thirds of us, and I hesitate to say, the two thirds who were affected the most by adoption, were never heard from at all for a very long time.  God bless the internet, it has its downsides but my aren’t we talking now in a way we have NEVER talked before.  The conversation was one-sided for way too long.

Peace

UM