Cuts Like a Razor

As I said in the last post, since becoming a contributor for the magazine Adoption Voices I have been receiving many opinions from folks who feel the need to tell me how much they despise me. It's all good with me, because if I am making you mad then there are things I am saying that are true.

I am not one to shy away from confrontation, nor am I one to be walked over. I know a lot about adoption, and I know even more about living life without part of your heart with you. So if someone chooses to slam me for what I think, what I did or what I am trying to then they have the right to do so. The world would not be the same without debates, and we are better for it.

However, when I speak on this blog I am speaking from MY point of view. Not yours. Not hers. Not theirs. It is my opinion, and mine only. I do not choose to write to piss people off. I do not choose to write to force my opinions onto others. I write because there are many things I have experienced that may just help someone else on their journey. I choose to share my thoughts, my story and my opinions because in all my years living as a birth mother I have yet to meet another birth mother with a story remotely close to mine. I have two different experiences in adoption that are unique and so far have been quite comfortable for everyone involved. There have been issues here and there, but for the most part all of our lives have been enriched by the choice of adoption.

Why am I saying all of this? Because in my infinite wisdom I still have issues with others trying to silence me, trying to tell me I don't know what I am talking about. Perhaps you do not know just how many stories there are to explore out there. I have an open mind, I can listen to anyone and take away from that conversation what it is that you want me to come away with. I only ask that you have an open mind when reading what it is that I am trying to say.

And now I am off my soapbox, thanks for listening.