Showing posts with label life after adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life after adoption. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Sounds In The Silence ~ Three Sides of This Birthmotehr

I know, I have not been around much and I do miss writing. But it seems that the people in my community believed in me and I won the School Board Seat by just 8 votes! That was AFTER the absentee and provisional ballots were counted, so November was quite a long month for me waiting for counts to be official. But here I am, Mom, Volunteer, Board Trustee!!! It is both exciting and scary at the same time and I have stacks and stacks of papers to read ... hence the absence.

However today I came across a writing I did for Adoption Voices Magazine that was posted recently, but written a while ago. After re reading this piece I was struck at how much it reflects the events in our country this past week. All those families will have to move through the tragedy that was Sandy Hook and I hope somewhere out there one of those families can find this post and through their grief and sorrow somehow be able to find a light ... a sign that life will fulfill them once again with happiness and love. My heart goes out to all who live in that community, they have a long road of recovery ahead of them.

So here is the contribution that I want to share ... some of you may be able to connect to something in here....

Sound In The Silence~ Three Sides Of This Birthmother

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Lucky 13


My favorite thing about this photo
is the woman who stopped behind us,
just to take a look see.
 13 is considered an unlucky number. I happen to like the number 13 and do not find anything superstitious about it, believing it all to be hoopla.


Today is my anniversary. 13 years I have been married to Bruce, and I can honestly say that every year we come upon this day we find ourselves more in love than the year before. We have been through so much in our courtship, relationship and marriage that I doubt you could find a circumstance that we could not tackle together.

He has been my backbone, my best friend and my jester for years! I say jester in an endearing way because just when I am about to commit homicide, he reels me back to sanity with his unmatched sense of humor. He can touch my soul, and make me feel as if there is no one else on Earth. He works hard for our family, volunteers just as much as I do and he makes it all look so very easy.

He is admired and loved by many, which only makes me adore him more.

He has been more than a husband, more than a friend, and more than a soul mate. He IS my heart. Bottom line.

Happy Anniversary to the man who reminds me every day that life is an amazing journey and rather than try to control it ... it is best enjoyed unleashed!

Love you to the stars and beyond,

Me



Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Only One Life


 photo found at kevinalanlamb.com
 I love to read. It is the one thing that anyone can do to get away, without paying an arm and a leg for a vacation. One year ago, I was stuffing my nose into any book I can find on adoption. The Girls Who Went Away. Good Girls Don't. Birthmark. Life Givers. The Primal Wound. And the list goes on and on. I could not get enough of other's stories, studying their thoughts, their fears, their lives. I was hell bent on discovering all that there was to discover about adoption, or at least discover some things I did not already know.

For months I devoured all kinds of literature, whether books, Internet, or magazines ... I wanted to know it all. Soon I realized that I was filling my heart with more questions, more pain and more uncertainty. I talked to all kinds of people who were in the triad and was fascinated by all that was being presented to me. It was amazing, yet quite taxing at the same time. I know that life of loss is hard, and for some it is torture. I tried very hard to be open and keep in mind that not everyone had the same experiences I had, and more so I tried to keep every story close to me. As if I could recount everything I had read and where it should be utilized.

It was a long journey that helped me understand things better, but I did realize that it was also taxing my heart. It is a huge load to bear when you try to solve the world's problems.

This year, I am still reading. However this time it is not about adoption, but rather things not at all related to adoption. I reread The Outsiders which reminded me how much I love SE HINTON.  I then blew through Rumble Fish, That Was Then This Is Now and Tex as if I were reading for dear life. I found some authors that I had never been exposed to, and also came across some gems that I had never heard of but captured my soul non the less. Shoeless Joe was a fantastic journey. Although I have seen Field of Dreams many times, reading the book upon which the movie was based was almost religious for me. As I read it, I fell in love all over again with the game of baseball. Then my thoughts drifted to my boys and how much they love the game. I have taught both of them the position of catcher and just like me, they love putting on the equipment and sacrificing their bodies to stop the ball ... protecting not just the plate but their whole team against unwanted runs. Every turn of the page, I was reminded of how much one generation can teach another. My heart was filled with peace in a way that only a book can do.

I found that while I let my mind wander to what my boys could be doing years from now (playing for the Cardinals ... the older catching for the younger who pitches so effortlessly it is like watching a dancer move with precision to music), my heart settled on the thought that life is good and I am so very blessed.

What is the point of this post? Life goes on. It moves at lightning speed the older you get and soon you have to choose what is more important: living in the past and mulling over things you cannot change or loving what you have been given and cherishing who you are no matter what your past may have been.

You only have one life. Make the best of it and learn to forgive what you cannot change and love what you can do here and now.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Italy Through Her Eyes

A few months back, I was called delusional when it came to my relationship with my daughter. This particular reader thinks I am crazy and just imagining the successful lines of communication that I had with Bella while growing up. (For those of you who may be new, my daughter has known me all of her life due to her incredibly compassionate parents. She is now in her twenties.) I have heard this kind of opinion before so it was nothing new. But for some reason, this one stuck with me and I have been thinking a lot about who she is and what she has become.


This summer, she had an opportunity to go to Europe to study her major and learn a new language. Bella wrote to me telling me how excited she was and I, of course, relished in her enthusiasm and attitude going into what was sure to be an adventure like no other she had experienced before. I found myself thinking about me at that age and what it was like to be young, free and the world in front of me. Italy was the country of her destination, and I have to admit I was wishing I could jump on a plane and just hang with her for a day.

Thanks to the internet and this fast paced life we all lead on the computer, at the touch of a button I can take a look to see what she's up to or click through her pictures and see for myself how she is. I love that this is now available to me because for years it was about 2 - 3 times a year that I would get pictures and a letter to update me on her activities, her accomplishments, her life. I don't stalk by any means. I just check in to see where her life is going.

In looking through her pictures, I was reminded of how much Bruce and I see life through the boys. It never ceases to astonish me that something I have known for a long time will seem so different when explained to me by my children. It takes on a whole new meaning, to see what their version of life is and understand it on a new level. I could have never imagined seeing Italy from Bella's point of view when she was born. I was clueless as to what would become of our relationship, what would become of me ... what would become of her. It is all so up in the air with adoption, you know? Through each journey there are different factors, things unseen or unincorporated into the big picture of life in adoption for the child. 


But there I was, looking at her Europe. I loved every frame, every comment, every time she posted an album it was sheer enjoyment from beginning to end. I had nothing to do with her being who she is as a person, that comes her family who raised her. Morals. Religion. Education. Her background is truly hers, and she will include that she is adopted because she is not afraid to strike up that conversation. As I looked through the photos, I felt incredibly proud and also very complete. Proud that she is the strong woman that I had hoped she would be, and complete because I know she is living life to the fullest. Much the way I did when I was her age.

Her time there was an incredible voyage for me as well. Perhaps I am not conveying the peace that I feel right now. I can assure you that I am beyond grateful for the life we both have had, and the fact that she includes me in hers ... and always has.

This was one of the first pictures that she posted, and it brought a smile to my face.



I mean, what a trip when you are young, huh? I have always wanted to see Europe, particularly the iconic landmarks like this one ...
 

Or this gem, oh man! If there is one place that I have on my bucket list it is Rome. 



Just amazing to see this through Bella.






Back in Italy ....



A kid after my own heart. A picture of gelato overload. Yep, I love it too.



The architecture is what draws me to Europe, and I thought these were beautiful examples.









A gondola ride to boot! 
 






What is the purpose of this post? Just when I question myself or start to think all the what ifs of my past, this amazing young woman shows me that life is what you make of it. Our journey has been more than inspiring for me and those around me, it has been an example of what life can be when you give of yourself completely. She is happy, and in the end that is all I want. It is all I have ever wanted.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Birth Mother's Day ... a week late

Well, I just realized that I did not link up to the magazine last week! I am sometimes too busy for my own good! Tomorrow I will post the winners from the Giveaway ... and I thank you all for your patience!


Have a great Sunday :)


Adoption Voices Magazine ~ Birth Mother's Day

Friday, May 18, 2012

TLC's Birth Moms .... hmmmm

Thursday night TLC aired a program called Birth Moms. I had read a few things about it, but to be honest I have been so busy that I forgot it was on. That was until I ventured onto Facebook to update the Little League page and saw multiple posts from friends about this show.


The comment that I read intrigued me because it was nothing that I would not expect from something of this nature. But some of them were very upset and I figured that I might be able to catch it on an encore presentation, and lucky for me it was on.


It was very hard to watch. Three girls, all from different backgrounds, all with children prior to the current pregnancy were living in a group home/apartment complex waiting to have their babies and complete their adoption process. Well, of course there is going to be drama, that is what people want. And of course the programing will be put into the reality category because that is what it is, real life. It was this combination as well as the drinking, smoking, cursing and shoplifting of one of the mothers. She was the one that had everyone in a bunch and rightfully so. She was a pretty degrading example of what a birth mother is. Comments from others had already tipped me off to what I was going to see, but the longer it went on ... the more I could see everyone's point.


However, I stuck with it and I have to say that there were things that I liked very much about the show. It was not until the last 25 minutes or so that TLC saved themselves with the broadcast. It was pretty amazing to see that they were with the girls through the birth and then after when their hearts began to break down. I was pleased to see that TLC did not shy away from how very difficult and gut wrenching relinquishing rights can be. I mean I was still, breathing ever so lightly so that I could hear everything those girls were saying. To see their faces, to know exactly what they were thinking in those moments just before and just after they put their signature to the paper .... I was very, very pleased to see this process so raw, so honestly. Why? Because EVERY WOMAN that is considering adoption should know how difficult it is, and they should know that it will hit them like a ton of bricks when it is there, black and white in their face ... they will not be with their child. Not ever. Not like a mom would be, night and day, colds and health, sadness and joy ... it is all gone with a stroke of a pen.


That part of the journey is rarely seen, and more so it is rarely talked about. The tall tale sign in those moments was the look of shock on the social workers face. I could see that she was ill prepared for what she would witness and both could not get out of the room quick enough. I am not say that I am happy for these girls sorrow and pain. Obviously that is not what I am pleased with. I want all women and men to know what it is that they will be doing when considering adoption, what it will mean for the rest of their lives. So good on TLC for filming that and keeping it in the show.


Another good point to Birth Moms in that last 10 minutes was the moments they chose to show with the adoptive parents. One couple, infertile with two failed adoptions were there for every step of labor and the joy in their becoming a family was wonderful to see. The other couple had three children of their own and wanted to adopt. Taylor, their birth mother and the one that I connected with the most, had only met them the night before and was really struggling with her decision. She waited a little longer than the mandatory time, but she did in fact sign the papers so her son could go home with the couple she chose. Then, the biggest surprise for me came when they were with the parents. The father, holding the baby and quietly crying tears began to speak about how he would make sure that every day of his life he would sing the praises of his birth mother. He would make sure that his son knew the sacrifice his birth mother endured and will endure so that her son could have a life with his family, be raised with love and understanding that she was a good person. He stressed that his family would embrace Taylor the way they were embracing her son, that they would always see her as family. To see that side, that pure affection for a woman who touched their lives with a new life, a new child ... it was wonderful. 


Those last 20 minutes made the show worthwhile, so if you did not watch beyond the Mexican Restaurant then go find it and finish it out. You might be surprised by what you see, even Candice becomes human after going off the deep end just two weeks prior. 

I think if it is going to be a series, TLC should seek out women in ALL stages of this birth mother journey. There are some brilliant voices both for, and against, that so many can benefit from. I would hate to see this be the 16 & Pregnant of TLC. They have an opportunity to shed some real light, light that would only benefit those out there. Let's hope that if it comes to that, we can all help each other be heard to share more stories that are adoption.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Stories We Tell

Last I left you, it was a great day when my son hit the home run on the twins Birthday! I thought it could not get any better than that, my forth child showing me that life has many surprises ... along with amazing ways to remind us just how precious it all is. He lifted me up in a way that I don't think anyone could understand ... well those who are not birth mothers that is.


So I took that picture of him with the ball and sent it to the twins along with the message from Bodde that he was wishing them a Happy Birthday. Why? Because Bodde asked me to, and I thought it was quite the sentimental gesture for him to request. So I sent it, along with an explanation of how the hit came to be. Well, both of the boys responded with enthusiasm and happiness that he not only hit the ball ... but also was wishing them a Happy Birthday. Oh yeah, my heart grew even larger when they responded rather quickly to my note about their brother, the Slugger.


But it was in the next couple of days that would really show me what a blessed and incredible journey I have had as a birth mother. First, one of the boys responded to his Birthday story (to backtrack and bring you up to date, every year on my twins Birthday I send them a little story. Usually it is about when I was pregnant with them, just to give them something special on their day to let them know their history and background.) He was stoked that I chose to write about their birth grandfather and great grandfather. They were stories about the wars they were in and some interesting facts about their time in service. He was thrilled to learn more about his heritage and the men who fought for these great United States in the name of freedom. Commenting on how very cool one of the stories was, he said " The first gave me goosebumps! I have always considered the armed forces, especially The Marines just because I have a lot energy and I'm overall very patriotic. I greatly appreciate the stories you tell me and I would love to hear any more interesting ones." It's great that I was able to tell a story that he liked.


Then, a couple of days later I heard from my other son and as always, my heart grew as big as my smile. I told him a story about his grandfather, meaning his adoptive grandfather. You see, I met their grandparents and spent time with them while I was pregnant. I just so happened to be staying with family in the town that his grandparents lived ... coincidence? I think not! I started the story along those lines, about how some might think it was coincidence that I was living in the same town as his grandparents. I explained that when I learned I was pregnant I asked God to help guide me to the right decision. Once I chose adoption and the plans were sent in motion, I could have never have known that I would be so fortunate to be close in geography to his adoptive parents roots. I mean, how else do you explain it? In all the places in the world I could have lived I just happened to be less than a mile from his grandparents house. 

I KNOW!


So I told him a little about my visits with them, how kind they were to me, how they never judged me for being an unwed mother or my choice to place my twin sons for adoption. I shared with him some thoughts and some memories that were very special to me. When he responded, I was even more touched by what transpired all those years ago. You see, he explained that his grandparents house meant so much to him when he was younger, and his grandparents themselves were some of the most loved people in his life. He said, "(town name) has always been a very special place for me. I couldn't really explain why to anybody but this story made me realize why it is. The rose garden. The memories. It's all part of me and it always has been. I cannot tell you how thankful I am to be blessed with the life I have gotten, and everyone in it! I am the luckiest person I know and its because of so many people working to put me where I am today." 


Again, I KNOW!

It really is incredible how blessed I am when it comes to the adoptions ... or is it? It is a culmination of hard work, communication and acceptance. Just accepting who I was after that giant life altering period in my life. Working on finding myself again, working to be better than I was before. If for nothing else so that I could move through life the right way, the way that I was intended to live. It is year's like this one when I am reminded of how amazing life can be, how rewarding some of our decision can be. I could have never have know that I would be able to talk to them on their birthdays, let alone hear what their thoughts on life were. It would seem that walking this path in life would not allow that. But it has. And what incredible joy these fine young men have given me, not just now but through all of their lives.


Birthdays are to be celebrated. I am thankful and fortunate to be able to say that this year turned into a celebration just when I needed it most!


Happy, Happy Birthday Boys!!! May we have many more years of sharing stories ....

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Arms Held High

SO I was in this funk, right? Thinking of birthdays ... missing part of my heart. It is not always easy being the birth mother no matter where you are in the journey. One year, five years, thirty years. Time does not matter to the heart, not one bit. I have gone years without the funk, only to be smacked in the face with new feelings, new worries, new adjusting. Life is moving at lightning speed and it seems so unreal that it was THAT long ago. 


And as always, I take from it and learn. Then sometimes things work out so perfectly that I could not have written it better for myself. What a wonderful day the twins birthday was! I KNOW! It did not start that way, I was very anxious for some reason the morning of and as the day began I just sat down and wrote to them. I have a thing for telling them each a story for their birthday. It might be a memory from when I carried them. It might be some interesting family background about my or my husband's family. Every year I try to give them a little something that no one else can give them. After writing to them, I went about my day doing house things all the while feeling a little better with every passing hour.


Once school let out, it was easy. I am so busy after that bell rings that I am lucky to keep anything straight in my head let alone get my boys where they need to be and in a timely fashion. SO my older son, the one who is EXACTLY like me in every way shape and form, literally we look alike, act alike, think alike ... we both bawl at any movie that has a dog, sick child or warming tale of love. We are saps, and proud of it! My boy is a ball player, baseball being his favorite, followed closely by basketball. It is baseball that he truly loves, and this is something that I cherish. He had a game, so pasta for dinner and out the door we went for what would be a tough game against the #1 team. Usually I call the games, but this one I just wanted to watch. We were home team so when two runs crossed the plate in the top of the first, we knew that our boys had to fight their way back. 


Bodde stepped up to the plate #2 in the batting order. I thought the manager was crazy, Bo always bats 3rd - 5th, but never 2nd. I have recorded every one of his at bats this year because there is no better way for a batter to learn than to watch what it is that he is doing. But being the official scorekeeper for the team I was busy with the book and thought I can miss just one at bat. With one strike, and facing the one of the best pitchers in the division, Bodde lifted his left foot towards the plate, found his spot in the box and relaxed his shoulders ... waiting for the pitch. It came in, I saw his hips pop towards the pitcher and I heard the most beautiful sound. Like a cork popping off of a champagne bottle the ball lifted into the air with good speed. I could hear parents in hushed voices encouraging the ball to go ... get out ... keep going ... I never took my eyes off the ball as it was perfectly outlined by the night sky. I then saw it surpass the fence of the filed then hit the top of the building behind the field, then everything was loud. I bounced down three rows of concrete seats with my arms held high, happy crys coming from my throat, and pure pride on my face. He had a fist held up as he rounded second. A blur of red uniform shirts gathered around home plate. He jogged down the base line not just smiling, but BEAMING! Bodde hit his first official HOME RUN out of the park!


Holy Crap! Heart racing. Smile not leaving. Hands shaking. Legs weak. This was me for the remainder of the game. And all I could think was ... what a great birthday present! Here I was stressing, thinking too much about the past and loosing sight on the here and now. I was starting to feel down because of feelings from the past. But that kid, that amazing blonde headed kid who knows just how to make me smile ... lift my spirit ... and reignite my soul ... a step back and I saw it. I saw what purpose I have NOW. Who I am raising NOW. And how lucky I am to have him now to remind me life is all a mystery, so stop trying to figure it all out. Just enjoy the ride.

Later that night, just before he was going to sleep, Bodde and I were talking about how awesome the hit was, how he was shaking until about the third inning, and how relieved he was to finally hit the ball that he always knew he had in him. One of those late night talks filled with smiles and sighs. He then said, "Hey Mom, can you send the picture of me and Chase with the home run ball to the boys? And tell them Happy Birthday from me." I smiled and told him I would. 

Then my heart melted all over again.


I will save the rest of the story for the next post. There is just too much to it, and I want to highlight what this particular birthday was for not just me, but the twins as well. There were responses to the stories. And just when I thought life was already blessing me with the family I have, it goes and gives me more reasons to advocate for Open Adoption.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Feeling Funky, With Good Reason

SO, my family is very concerned about me. They always are this time of the year. I get into funks for days at a time. I am happy one minute, then 1,000 miles away the next. It is something that not only concerns my husband, but my kids as well. They don't see the pattern, although if they did pay attention they would know that I am ALWAYS like this this time of year.


My sons birthday is right around the corner. It has been over 20 years now, but it is still a time when I reflect, miss them, want to say so much to them, and then my heart goes from being light and happy to yearning for the love that I lost. And it is not a yearning in a way that I WISH they were with me. (Oh who am I kidding, that is exactly what the yearning is!) But I know that they have their lives and I have mine. This feeling, or funk, is no direct reflection on the men that they are ... but rather a yearly thing that I go through as a birth mother that just wants the best for her kids. No matter the time between us, or the distance ... I just want the best for them in their lives.


So it is hard for me to express to my OWN family that hey ... it's been like 20 years and you still do not see the pattern? What time of year is it? Is she like this every year at this time? YES! I am! And although I love my husband and kids to the moon and back ... I will not be able to EVER let go of the immense sense of love that I have for the children that are not with me. I only hope that they know in their hearts that I love them, want the best for them and only wish to keep in touch so they know that although I chose not to raise them, it does not mean that I chose to not love them.


It is a difficult thing to explain, even to those who are so very close to me. And I try to keep my head up, try to keep a smile on my face and try to be as good of a mother and wife as I can be. But there just come times when I have to escape within myself to feel the love, loss and relish in the amazing young men that they are. It is not always easy to do. Sometimes it rips my inner core out to not just go running to where they are, give them a big hug and just say ..."You ARE LOVED! You have ALWAYS been loved, and NOTHING will ever change what I feel for you!" 


Maybe someday I will see them on their birthday. Maybe someday they would love to go have lunch with me, chat all about what they love to do, love to read, love to travel to ... and so on. But for now, I just keep them close to my heart and I let my head try and sort it all out. Just goes to show that you can have exceptional adoptions that turn out peaceful and communicative, yet for us moms there are still scars. There are still days that we just cannot get you off of our minds. There are still days that I feel you right here with me, even though it has been a lifetime that has been lived since we last saw each other.


With every corner turned there is still so much that can be learned about adoption, but more importantly ... there is still so much that can be learned about ourselves.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Loosing and Learning

Last week should have been a dreadful one. Every March 16th I fight my heart as I pass another anniversary of my mother's death. Been 12 years, and I still think of her every single day.


Kinda like my adoptions. It has been over 20 years since I relinquished my rights but it still crosses my mind every single day. The difference? Then it was heartbreaking, yet good to see them adjusting and living life. Now I see how much my children are enjoying their lives, how much they have grown both physically and mentally, and how much they have experienced since I let them go. For me, it has gotten easier as time has gone on. I am beginning to see that as I grow older, I grow more appreciative for EVERYTHING that has happened in my life.


Without that immense heartache I experienced in my adoptions, I don't think I could have healed and accepted so quickly when my mother passed away. Call me crazy, call me delusional. It does not matter to me. I have hurt and healed a GREAT deal in my life and it is that which makes me who I am. When moving through pain, I have stopped to let it all sink in. Felt so broken I was sure there would not be the desire to breathe that next breath. Physical pain that ripped my chest open, with all of my suffering in the open for all to see. It has been hell at times. It has been hopeless in others. Yet through it all, I have learned more about myself which has given me power that I could have never imagined. 

The power to know I can be scared, but not be defeated.


I thought loosing my children would kill me. It did not. I have raised my own children since that loss and experienced life through new eyes and with much delight. I thought loosing my mother would kill me. It did not. I often find myself seeing so much of her in me which has in turn helped me walk through life gracefully, with a killer sense of humor. It is also nice to know that she still walks with me, every step of the way as she lives on in my heart. The more I live life, accepting what comes along and forgiving the mistakes the more it all comes together. Letting myself feel it all then has helped me see it all later in life. To see how far I have come, and how each and every experience along the way has furthered my healing.

Loosing so much so early in life, perhaps my destiny was to lose love in order to learn what love is. 


Okay, now you can call me crazy.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Meet Jane

I have been waiting for March for quite sometime. Usually, I hate March. It is the month that holds the anniversary of my mother's death, and that is still a difficult thing for me to come to terms with. Yes, it has been 12 years since she passed, but believe you me ... I miss her every single day.


However, I think this March will be quite different from any before it. This month will mark the debut of a new online magazine called AdoptionVoicesMagazine.com. I have an interest in it because the creator of this new publication contacted me in December asking if I would like to be a contributor. WOULD I!!!! So I began to submit articles for her, including an article for her blog so she could introduce me to her readers.


Jane Ballback is an adoptive mother who has spent most of her children's lives educating herself on the ins and outs of adoption. She came up with the idea for the magazine after her retirement when she began to meet more and more people in the adoption world. Her attitude is infectious. Her knowledge is vast. Her commitment to hearing ALL sides of the triad is unmatched. Not to mention, she is one of the most genuine women I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Her blog is called You're My Second Moma, Aren't You? and
not only does she talk about her adoption journey, she also brings to light many voices from all points of view in adoption. I have been introduced to some great writers through her blog, and her last post was something I wrote for her so she could introduce me to her readers. Thank you Jane!


So with the launch of the new magazine only weeks away, I would like to share Jane's blog and view with you. The link below will take you to the latest post, which is what I wrote for her. I encourage you to visit her site and take in some great writing not only from Jane, but also many others who write about adoption.


Relinquishing Rights: Three Children, Two Adoptions and One Courageous Mother

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Instant Birth Mother

There is something going on in the birth mother world, and I have to say the trend is rather alarming to me. Some would use the word entitlement, others call it privilege. I call it no way to heal.


I am seeing many young women complaining, screaming that they are being pushed out, they are not welcome in the adoptive families anymore. Reading in groups that they have not received pictures, no updates, no communication. They lash out as if the adoptive parents are out to shun them. To push them away. To make them feel small, or unimportant. They complain there are no texts, no emails. And more often than not, many are no where near the amplitude it will take to analyze, adjust and move through life as a mother of loss.


Sure, now some of you are pissed. How dare you Kelsey! How dare you try to analyze just how I feel? Well don't go busting your britches just yet, I do have a point to make. Look, I know just how difficult it is to not see or hear about my children as they grew. I know that it can be devastating, that trail of thoughts that creep in at all hours of the day that make you question just what is going on in their lives. I have been there. In the first year. The second year. The fifth year. The twentieth year. I know the evolution and it is just that, evolution. 

Time. 


When I say trend, I am referring to the instant gratification network that we call the Internet. Facebook, Twitter, blogs, articles, forums, groups, so on and so on. Call me a dinosaur but I remember when you were on the phone, at home, and someone wanted to get a hold of you they had to call until the phone rang. There was this annoying eh eh eh eh sound that would tell you they were talking to someone more important than you and you had to dial over and over in the hopes that they might answer soon. This information age we live, I believe, is hindering many mothers out there from healing and perhaps distancing themselves from the families which needs to be done. Especially in open adoption.


Communication is key in adoption, and I do think that if an agreement is made that it should be upheld. However, both parties have to first respect the other and work together to find a mutual ground in which to live. I think that some mothers out there are far too impatient. Far too demanding. And far too vocal about the relationships that they should be building ... not criticizing. It is an emotional time, and if you deny that you will only hurt yourself. It is far better to help yourself than hurt yourself in adoption, and often that is overlooked. Emotions will rip your heart from you chest and your mind will stomp it into the ground if you let it. There is a time to start healing, start rebuilding the life that needs to be yours. 

I had that time because adoption was not always in my face. Not in today's world. Constant communication is a great deal different from good communication. There is a limit to which a person can be pushed, and when that person is dealing with their own emotions plus their own life completely changed plus thinking constantly about what is best for a child, well it can cause a cataclysmic explosion between two worlds. This is when people get hurt more than they need to be hurt. This is when patience and distance need to happen. Both sides need to adjust. Both sides need to reanalyze and prioritize life. Both sides need to chill out a little, retreat and find what needs to be found. Be it composure. Be it peace. Be it time. Whatever it is, it needs to be found.  It may sound harsh, but in my mind it is essential.

For me the most important thing on my mind was to strengthen the relationship I had with the adoptive parents, not dismantle it. The more time I gave it, the better it got. I kept up with my accord, and they theirs which resulted in respect, compassion and ever growing grace. 

If only this new generation had the time and distance It just might make a huge difference in their journey.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Happy Thoughts #16 ~ Veronica Is Loved

A lack of free time has hindered my communication this past week. That and the flutter that my heart has been feeling since Valentine's Day, all because of a short note my daughter Bella sent me.

Many of you know that I am a bit of an insane volunteer when it comes to kids. Whenever and wherever I can interject my crazy personality to enlighten or uplift kids, I grab that opportunity and run with it. Literally. Book fairs, Scouts, Little League, school functions ... you name it and if it has to do with my kids then I am there 110% and with a smile on my face. 


This was the thought two years ago when my sons' school needed a small fundraiser around Valentine's Day. I offered my time and patience to sell Valentine's to the students and parents.Those grams would then be delivered to the classrooms on Valentine's Day just before the classroom parties. I had to come up with something fun to delight the kids, so Veronica Valentine was born. Veronica is a fairy that comes out on February 14th to shower love on all that she comes in contact with. She wears bright colors, a wreath of garland on her head adorned by hearts or some kind of crazy headgear, her chest is covered by a giant heart that bears her sons names and she smiles so much that her face brings laughter and warmth to all she meets. She was a smashing success that first year and has since made appearances on that day of love to tickle the fancy of elementary kids, not to mention annoying the teachers who have otherwise lost that loving feeling. ;)

2012 was no different for me, running up to the school to sell before the first bell and at lunch ... all the while telling tales of Veronica to those little faces listening intently about the Valentine lady who would be visiting them and delivering all the grams. It was a great success this year, selling over 550 grams at a school with only 340 students. WAY TO GO LOVE! The biggest worry I had all day was what was Veronica going to wear this year? (I wish every day's worries were like that!)


Filled with hope and peace I returned home from the school happy, loving the fact that the office staff and teachers have not put me in the funny farm by now! I sat down at my computer after the kids had settled in bed to catch up on some work for what else ... one of my OTHER volunteer duties. I saw a message was waiting for me and when I saw where it came from, my heart pumped up and a smile rode across my face. It was Bella. I knew what it would say, or at least I hoped I knew what it would say. Scanning across the message, the smile grew and grew. Short message = happiness for weeks. 


She wrote to tell me Happy Valentine's Day. She mentioned Veronica and said that she was hoping to see her picture on Facebook as soon as I had time to post them. She went on to say that she was doing great, that she was happy and enjoying the life she was leading. Then to sum it all up, she wrote 5 words that I will never get tired of hearing: "I love you so much!" She has a knack for knowing when I need to hear those heartfelt thoughts from her. She has no qualms in saying them, and never hesitates to just pop in and let me know that she is thinking of me. 

Imagine that? She is thinking of me. How grateful I am to have been so blessed in my life, and it seems that I am reminded all the time what a sound decision I made for her all those years ago. Thank you Bella for accepting me as I am, and continuing to show me what an incredible young lady you are!

Just for grins, my friend wrote a story about Veronica that she tells to her daughter. I like the explanation so much that I will include it with this post. My friend knows me all too well!  ;)
"O long long time ago in a world that was full of love there was a little cupid named Veronica Valentine. Veronica Valentine lives in a forest in a fairy hole, she sleeps by day and flies by night and sprinkles moon dust with delight. The world became cold and harsh, but every year Veronica comes out of her fairy hole for everyone to see. To spread the word of love, caring, respect, hope and faith that the world will one day be in harmony with each other so all the other fairies can come out and fly. You will only see her for a few days, so please look carefully. If you look into her eyes and just believe, you too will also grow wings and fly around to help the world be a better place. From here on out you will either LOVE her, or think I am the craziest woman you ever saw who always holds her friends in her heart. xxxx oooo Happy Valentines Day!"

Sunday, January 29, 2012

This Fighting Heart

Photo credit: http://www.fhfishmemorial.org/
When you fight for your heart, it is best to get the hell out of the way. Most of the time what we fight for is love. Be it love for our family, love for our passions, love for our politics, or love for another person ... be it friends, co workers, lovers ... love is the ONE thing that people will agree is worth fighting for.

Some 20 odd years ago, I fought for love. I was but a lowly sinner who found herself asking for help when others would have not been brave enough to ask. I was 19 and in a relationship that was not going to last long enough, not nearly enough. I was in college, trying to make a better life for myself through education while working 30+ hours a week to fund such dreams. I was seeing a therapist to dig deeper into my psyche in order to find the true reasons I was so angry with my father. I was struggling through a life realization that as if I did not have enough on my plate, I was contemplating bringing a child into my already mixed up world. I was pregnant.


Now, understand that at the end of the 80's people were very self absorbed and this cynical society that we now live in, I think, was born of this decade of outlandish decadence that left people feeling a little invincible, a little eccentric. To admit that you might need some help with something was often seen as a weakness, a flaw. I spent a large part of 1986-1989 seeking help for my heartache, my sorrow that was left from a childhood of being hoodwinked by someone I so desperately wanted to be loved by. Finding my boyfriend when I did I felt I was finally getting that break I needed in love. That break that might just help my heart heal. Kind, funny, handsome and quite chivalrous he seemed to be all that I was looking for.


But it all changed, and soon our paths were not as parallel as they had been when we met. I won't go into details, but he was not going to be THE ONE. This was the single most important factor that had me reeling when I heard the words from my doctor, "My dear, you are pregnant." I grew up without my father in the home and my mother had lived a lifetime making excuses, reassuring me that I was loved and agonizing daily what this absence was doing to her little girl. I knew her life all too well. Single. Struggling. Heartbroken. Damaged. I understood immediately that having a child without her father around would be a lifetime of ... well, it's just hard to explain if you have not been there yourself and quite frankly it would be a HUGE post!

Once I chose adoption for my child, it became a battle that I was not at all prepared for. Why you say? Did you not know things? Were you unprepared to relinquish your child? Were you not provided the information of this kind of decision? Don't start jumping to conclusions just yet. I DID know the laws, what my rights were, what I could or could not do and so on. I understood the psychological repercussions that I would face, and knew the risk that my child would face because of my decision for her as well. What I did not expect was the horrific trials I would face with my home State of Missouri. After months of preparing, months of meetings, papers to read and settling into the home stretch of just one month to go I thought I was well adjusted and not really ready for it, but rather ready to head into the unknown. 


Oh wait, Missouri said. No. No you cannot. We will tell you what to do, when to do it, and how WE are going to place YOUR child FOR you. This was the gist of a phone call I received one month to the day of my daughter's due date. ONE MONTH! My heart imploded in my chest and the anger shot my blood pressure to the Moon. This starts the story of my fighting heart. My brave heart story. A story that will continue through out this week. 

I have to leave it at that because I need more space to spill it. So until then ....

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Thoughts From Before

I have received several emails this week that have been breaking my heart. There are times when I wish I could jump through the screen and just sit with the person who is writing me. Since I cannot do that, I am going to do something that I do not do that often and that is to re post from my previous writings. This is in the hope that some will find peace within themselves, and know that they themselves are worth fighting for.


An Open Letter To Birth Mothers

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

It Is What You Make Of It

I have read so much recently about adoption and how it affects the adoptee. Some great stories, some not so great. It never ceases to amaze me how each person views the same subject differently. Of course we know that not everyone is happy in adoption and there may be many reasons for that. However, there is something that I think everyone forgets when it comes to life: It is what you make of it.

Sure, that sounds easy to say but in all reality it is true. Take me for example. I am not adopted, but I do know what it is like to live a life in a rejected state. When I was young, my father chose to leave our family to peruse a life that he wanted. It was 1973 and I was three years old when he left. I didn't think too much about it because he was in the military and I just figured he was gone because if his job. It was 5 long years before I saw him again and to be honest, I had no idea who he was. Once I figured it out, the rest of the day was spent looking at him and then trying to be the best little girl I could ... perhaps I was trying to impress him at my ripe old age of 8.


It wasn't until I was about 15 that the trauma of being abandoned hit me like a  hurricane bearing down on the East Coast. I had many issues that I was not sure how to deal with. I wanted to know what it was that I did that would have caused him to leave. I wanted to know why I was not enough to keep him with the family unit. I wanted to know who he was and if he loved me. Most of all, I wanted to know what it was that was so terrible that made him leave. I, of course, did not ask these questions of him because I was afraid that I would make him mad or scare him off. After his long absence, the last thing I wanted was to NOT know his reasons for doing what he chose to do.


After much heartache, self discovery and sleepless nights I finally went into counseling to try and help myself understand what it was that I DID to cause this immense amount of pain that my heart was feeling. 12 long years of heartache, unanswered questions and feeling less than adequate was starting to take its toll on my heart, my mind and most of all ... my soul. Then one day I realized, all this pain is in me and no one will be able to help it unless I help myself. So away with the bitterness and anger I felt for him, and in with the "it was HIS decision, not mine" mentality that would eventually lead me to the conclusion that what he did was done. There was nothing I could do about it all those years later, he left and life was moving along without him there. I figured out that if I wanted to sit and feel sorry for myself then I was never going to heal all the wounds that were left when he walked away. I realized that he had no bearing on the person that I was going to be, at least he would not have that power unless I gave it to him. That is what I had been doing for so long, giving him the power to keep me in the state that I was in.


I finally let it all go. I figured it was in the past and this was the present and why should I just sit back and let it run my life when I was worth so much more than that? I will give some of the credit to the counselor that I had. He was a great man who listened more than he lectured, and in listening he figured out the right questions to ask to help me think differently, to see it from a new angle. He helped me realize that it was not my father who had caused so much pain, but instead it was me that was causing myself pain by not moving past his actions. I was the only one who would be able to help myself. It took a long time to work though those issues, but eventually I did. The end result? I now have a respectable and happy relationship with my father.


I write all of this because I don't think people know the inner strength that each of us has. There are those that work through things and see the light on the other side. There are those that would rather place blame on someone else than to dig deep inside themselves to see what the real problems are. I don't write this to chastise those who have issues in life, I write this to remind all of you that life is what you make of it. We only have one shot in this thing we call life, and I think it should be lived to its full potential ... not wondering what it would be like if things were different.


Love yourself, forgive the flaws that you have and embrace the person that you are. In life we can teach ourselves so much and in the end it is us who makes the life we lead worth while.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Holidays in Adoption

Holidays can be quite hard for some people. The Christmas carols, the endless lists of shopping to do, the planning of the meals, trying to squeeze into that festive dress that mysteriously became tighter since all of the plates of goodies came streaming into the office or the occasional get together with friends. It can all be daunting and stressful to say the least.

In adoption, facing Holidays can often mean facing demons that linger in the deepest parts of our hearts. For many, this Season is for reconnecting with family we may have not seen for a while. But for many in adoption, this Season is just a reminder of what it is that they do not have. For some adoptees
this whole month and a half of Holidays is just a reminder that they have a family somewhere that they do not know. It can be very hard to sit with people that you know loves you, that you know cherishes the person that you are, and you know that they only want to make you feel welcome within their families. However, even with all the love and acceptance that is bestowed upon those adoptees, there are those that most likely have a feeling that they do not belong. All the love in the world cannot squash the need to know who you are and where you come from. And that need to know who you are is never stronger than the Season meant for family, friends and giving. I can certainly understand when an adoptee tells me they do not like the Holidays.

For those of us in the birth family, Holidays are hit and miss. Some years are good. Some years are unbearable. Yet some years, depending on where one is in the healing process, can be filled with hope and peace. I admit that Holidays in the beginning were very difficult. I would go through the motions, open the presents, smile and talk with loved ones, eat a hearty meal and then send everyone off with well wishes and all the while my head was somewhere else. It was not always sad for me, but rather just thinking about what it was that I was missing was my demon. My mind would not stop thinking about how their hearts felt on Christmas morning. Did they know that there was someone thinking only of them on Christmas? Did they know that there was someone missing them on Christmas Eve as they were preparing for Santa to come? Were they baking cookies? Do they stay up late waiting to catch a glimpse of the Big Man putting presents under the tree? What do they want most this year? Will they ever understand just how much I love them?


But, the older I got the easier the Holidays became. Instead of beating myself up about how much they did not know I was missing them, I would think of how much they were loved and cared for. I thought of how much they were loved by those that surrounded them. I thought about how amazing it was that they were growing into their own selves, their own people. I learned to forgive myself for all the guilt I carried for not raising them. I learned to let go, to accept that that cannot be changed. I learned to love myself for the person I was because after all, I would like to think that my children would want me to love myself. I learned that life is not always going to be what we want it to be, and in that thought why not just let go and allow life to love me for a change? I learned after years of soul searching and facing those demons of Holidays past that I am my own destiny. I am a mother of loss, but I am not a lost mother.


It may be easier to read than to do, but let my journey teach you this about adoption: No matter what side of adoption you are from and no matter what circumstances brought you to where you are, YOU are the one that has to live with you. YOU are the one who chooses what path to take in life. YOU are ultimately responsible for you, and once you learn to love yourself for all that you are then you can begin to forgive yourself for all your misgivings. No one else can be you, and there is no reason to let someone else define who you are. The Holidays were not meant to remind us of what we don't have, but rather to embrace what it is that we DO have ... and hopefully we can recognize that life is what we make of it.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

It Gets Better and Better!

Jane Ballback blogger at You're My Second Momma, Aren't You?
Just when I was slightly coming off the high of the amazing Letter that I received from the twins mother, I was hit with another wonderful day that was not at all expected!


This past week I was contacted by the mother of an adoptee that I spotlighted here on the blog. I found the piece by Stacee Ballback about a month ago and was so touched with the way she spoke about her life that I felt I had to share her with all of my readers. (Note: My adopted children liked the piece as well :) ) I thought nothing of it because when I find something that moves me like that I KNOW that there are others who would also appreciate the words of an amazing young woman like her. Little did I know that it would lead me to someone who just may be the woman who helps me really achieve the goals I have in adoption: To speak my truths to help others understand the life of a birth mother, and for some ... to help them feel not so alone in their own journey.


Stacee's mother, Jane Ballback, wrote to me to thank me for highlighting the writing of her daughter. She also wrote to invite me to contribute to her new online magazine that will be launching in January! Oh how life weaves it's own little web. In all this big world of adoption, she found me and was kind enough to extend not only an invitation to join her, but also an opportunity like no other I have been offered. How could I not want to do this? To speak my truths and tell my positive experience in adoption to so many who want to hear how good it can be. I strive to teach others what it was that I learned and may in turn help them within their own journey. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this for over two years now and I am still pinching myself at the thought of what can be in the future!


I will certainly give you more details about the magazine when they become available. I can tell you that it will share all sides of the triad with some incredible voices that should, and will, be heard. From the conversation that I had with Jane it sounds as if this project of hers could be a big hit with many already interested in contributing. I am thrilled that she has the compassionate heart that she does for adoption because it is not often that one side seeks the stories of the other sides, but Jane is willing to put herself out there in order to let those voices shine. 


So I say thank you to Jane for reaching out to me, asking me to join you and giving me the chance to put a voice out there for the side of adoption that is most confusing for people. And I say thank you to her daughter Stacee for writing such a beautiful testament of the person that you are, which in turn somehow brought your mother and I to each other.


Life happens for a reason, and when that reason is exposed it has a tendency to not only amaze ... but inspire who we really are!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Heroes

I last told you of a letter that I received around Thanksgiving that happened to be from the twins mother. It was a lift that was not expected and quite welcome to say the least.

It was a thick envelope because it contained more than just a letter. There were pictures and newspaper clippings from this past year. They are very handsome boys and I can see similarities they have with folks in our family. I am struck most at how much they look like their paternal Grandmother. I mean, it is just uncanny! I love to see pictures of them because we have two boys of our own and I can see features that they will have that are just like their brothers. This fact is something that one cannot imagine seeing when considering adoption, but here I am possibly looking at the future features of the children I am raising. Just another interesting factor to being a birth mother.

What I did not expect were the newspaper articles. It would seem that both the boys took jobs at the same place over the summer. One day, a young girl was found to be drowning in the pool and the twins were responsible for saving her life. WHAT?! They worked together to get her out, revive her and in a word ... she is alive today because of their quick reactions. Now, to say that my heart grew 10 fold would be a complete understatement. Pride, joy, fortune, permasmile on my face. Just a sampling of the range of emotions that I was feeling, and yes I know that permasmile is not an emotion but you could not wipe it off my face for a few days following the arrival of the letter. I cannot imagine how they felt after such a heroic act! Not to mention, I cannot imagine just how proud their parents were of them! What an amazing certification that you instilled good values and traits in your kids than to hear they put themselves aside to save another life. (And when I say that sentence I am speaking of their parents, of course.)


There was another article about one of the boys and his work at an animal shelter. He has told me about his passion for animals before, even stating that he might like to be a veterinarian someday. There he was, working along side a wonderful woman whom I am sure was appreciative of his voluntary work. It was a great picture and I rather enjoyed the article and what it had to say about the place where he worked. 


My two sons at home are Scouts, they are respectful of others, they know their pleases and thank yous which they even use with each other :) They are good boys who understand that life is not the same for everyone and they strive to be the best they can be. So imagine my happiness to hear such great things about the brothers they have. How wonderful is it for me to see the things that, through genes, might make me proud someday the way the twins mother is. And how wonderful is it that she was able to share that with me? To get copies of the papers, copies of the pictures and compose her own account of the heroics of her sons, well I can honestly say that her joy became my joy that day! When adoption has respect, honesty and communication it really can be a shared and wonderful experience for all involved.


And as a side note, not too long ago one of the twins wrote to me and told me that I was one of his heroes in life. Well let me just say that YOU are one of my heroes as well, kiddo!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Letter

The week of Thanksgiving I wandered out to retrieve the day's mail. Looking through the stack of bills and pizza ads I was pleasantly surprised at a thick envelope with familiar penmanship. It was a card from the twins mother.

Now for years and years, like clockwork, I sent Thanksgiving Cards to the parents of my children. There is no better time of year to show gratitude than around Thanksgiving. I cherish the Holiday for that reason. I think there are too many times that we forget to say it, or neglect to say it. I rarely missed the opportunity to send those cards to the parents and I always signed it .. "Thank you for taking care of my heart."


But this year, I did not send those cards. Not because I am no longer thankful for them, but rather I just became too busy the week before to pick them up and send them out. So to receive this unsolicited letter with pictures, news articles and a letter ... well it was just HEAVEN! It made me feel really good to hear from her and to know that she was thinking about me and my family. She took the time to put it all together and send it at a time we all say thank you.


She had amazing things to say about the boys, but this post is more about how touched I was that she wrote to me. People try to convince me all the time that Open Adoption cannot work and even when it is kind of working, there will eventually come a down side. In their minds, that is their reality. In my mind, this one letter sent just to say hello is a testament to the fact that indeed Open Adoption CAN work. AND ... it can give hope to others that their relationships can be as respectful and compassionate as mine is with her.


So here's to you Mrs Espizino (not at all her real name! IT just sounds cool to me) ... I thank you for lifting my heart with your kindness and I am so very thankful for you being you!


Next time I'll tell you a few of the details from said letter that made Bruce and I smile with Pride!