
i am constantly amazed at the things people will say to me through the internet. most of their thoughts are so personal and heartfelt that i feel honored to be a part of their lives and see a window of their journey. i wish i had more time to devote to my blog readers. i could just email with y'all all the live long day.
there are times when i get some downright nasty stuff too. adoption is a delicate issue. everyone has hurt and everyone's toes get stepped on.
recently, (not through blogging) i was personally attacked for not understanding loss, rejection and sorrow. i shrugged the comment off, knowing that the person didn't really know me or what i have gone through in my life and kept reading her message to me.
then she told me, "perhaps if you had experienced the loss of a child in this horrendous way you instead of benefiting from another mother's loss, you might be a bit more sensitive..."
that on top of the stress of this week (only 10 more days to wait for an appeal), just set me over the edge. i sobbed. i called muse--who could barely understand me as i read what this woman said. she was headed to a lunch appointment and turned around to come and grab me.
muse walked in the door and gave me the hugest hug. i sobbed and sobbed like i was 4 years old and let her hold me.
"i am not a baby stealer, leisha. i really am not. our boys' birth moms chose me."
did i overreact? probably. was this the compilation of a year and a half of stress? totally. but still ...those are mean words, right? i understand i am being a baby ...but not a total baby, right?
my heart has been heavy all day thinking about this comment. the sad thing is that she was talking about not receiving the prize of a contest that i had no part of and didn't promote and didn't know about and didn't have a clue what she was talking about.
the heaviness of it... sigh. i can't shake it.
i wonder ...why do there have to be sides? why does it sometimes feel like adoptive couples against birth parents or birth parents against adoptive couples or adoptees against adoptive couples in some of these online adoption arenas? it seems so odd to me because it's not my experience. granted, things have not been ideal with gavin's birth father and he may call me a baby stealer, and yes, we are against him in court, but i don't hate him. (tried ...doesn't work.) i see his best parts in gavin and it forces me to love him. would i have a picture and letter kind of open relationship with him right now? yes, i would. i believe that strongly in open adoption.
but still ...the fighting. i can't wrap my mind around it.
i understand that i see the adoption world through rose colored glasses because our birth mothers have been incredible ambassadors of grace, selflessness and love. i see them as heroes and i hope i have the kind of relationship with them where they can express the desires of their hearts to me and me to them. we communicate and that's why i think it works.
but, the truth is ...i did benefit from their loss. i wish so much hurt wasn't involved in adoption, but the root of it is loss--whether it be infertility, placing a child for adoption or not knowing or being raised by your bloodlines.
i can accept that (and feel guilty about it from time to time), but it's hard to have it thrown in your face. it's hard for someone to use something as sacred and revered as nicole and joniece placing their darlings with us as a kind of slam--used with the intention of hurting me and making me feel badly. which it did.
don't use by birth families against me. they are my family.
i am not intimidated by my kids' birth families. we adore them. they each have a unique connection to gavin and tyson that mr. r and i will never have. i embrace that difference because i think it adds richness to the lives of my children. i think it adds depth to their identity, power to their story and strength to their adoptions. it gives them unshakable roots.
i wonder if these words are even making sense at this point. it's hard to express it seems.
i am often baffled at how quickly we are to judge one another in the adoption world--and to make assumptions. why do we do this? i do it. you do it. it's so hurtful.
no one likes to be judged.
and at the end of the day, this lady really doesn't know the loss, hurt and rejection i have experienced in my little world. i am not saying that my hurt us any more painful than hers, i am just saying ...she doesn't know me.
darn it.
i wish i wasn't so freaking sensitive. that stupid heart i wear on my sleeve ...it gets beat up a lot. but it looks great with all its fancy bandages and band-aids, right?
there are times when i get some downright nasty stuff too. adoption is a delicate issue. everyone has hurt and everyone's toes get stepped on.
recently, (not through blogging) i was personally attacked for not understanding loss, rejection and sorrow. i shrugged the comment off, knowing that the person didn't really know me or what i have gone through in my life and kept reading her message to me.
then she told me, "perhaps if you had experienced the loss of a child in this horrendous way you instead of benefiting from another mother's loss, you might be a bit more sensitive..."
that on top of the stress of this week (only 10 more days to wait for an appeal), just set me over the edge. i sobbed. i called muse--who could barely understand me as i read what this woman said. she was headed to a lunch appointment and turned around to come and grab me.
muse walked in the door and gave me the hugest hug. i sobbed and sobbed like i was 4 years old and let her hold me.
"i am not a baby stealer, leisha. i really am not. our boys' birth moms chose me."
did i overreact? probably. was this the compilation of a year and a half of stress? totally. but still ...those are mean words, right? i understand i am being a baby ...but not a total baby, right?
my heart has been heavy all day thinking about this comment. the sad thing is that she was talking about not receiving the prize of a contest that i had no part of and didn't promote and didn't know about and didn't have a clue what she was talking about.
the heaviness of it... sigh. i can't shake it.
i wonder ...why do there have to be sides? why does it sometimes feel like adoptive couples against birth parents or birth parents against adoptive couples or adoptees against adoptive couples in some of these online adoption arenas? it seems so odd to me because it's not my experience. granted, things have not been ideal with gavin's birth father and he may call me a baby stealer, and yes, we are against him in court, but i don't hate him. (tried ...doesn't work.) i see his best parts in gavin and it forces me to love him. would i have a picture and letter kind of open relationship with him right now? yes, i would. i believe that strongly in open adoption.
but still ...the fighting. i can't wrap my mind around it.
i understand that i see the adoption world through rose colored glasses because our birth mothers have been incredible ambassadors of grace, selflessness and love. i see them as heroes and i hope i have the kind of relationship with them where they can express the desires of their hearts to me and me to them. we communicate and that's why i think it works.
but, the truth is ...i did benefit from their loss. i wish so much hurt wasn't involved in adoption, but the root of it is loss--whether it be infertility, placing a child for adoption or not knowing or being raised by your bloodlines.
i can accept that (and feel guilty about it from time to time), but it's hard to have it thrown in your face. it's hard for someone to use something as sacred and revered as nicole and joniece placing their darlings with us as a kind of slam--used with the intention of hurting me and making me feel badly. which it did.
don't use by birth families against me. they are my family.
i am not intimidated by my kids' birth families. we adore them. they each have a unique connection to gavin and tyson that mr. r and i will never have. i embrace that difference because i think it adds richness to the lives of my children. i think it adds depth to their identity, power to their story and strength to their adoptions. it gives them unshakable roots.
i wonder if these words are even making sense at this point. it's hard to express it seems.
i am often baffled at how quickly we are to judge one another in the adoption world--and to make assumptions. why do we do this? i do it. you do it. it's so hurtful.
no one likes to be judged.
and at the end of the day, this lady really doesn't know the loss, hurt and rejection i have experienced in my little world. i am not saying that my hurt us any more painful than hers, i am just saying ...she doesn't know me.
darn it.
i wish i wasn't so freaking sensitive. that stupid heart i wear on my sleeve ...it gets beat up a lot. but it looks great with all its fancy bandages and band-aids, right?




























