Unwed Mothers Around The House – More Casual Facts About My Adoption

Skipping ahead like 4 decades, I look back at so many cues and clues and blatant stuff that could be related to my adoption – very well IS related – and I didn’t put any of it together.  Brings to mind the power of the mind and our focus, what we see and don’t see.  I studied that stuff in  psychology classes at college.

I always knew I wanted badly to have a child, to bear a child from my body, to share blood with someone I knew.  I wanted to know what I looked like and I still stare at my 2 children at times as they are growing and changing.  I search their faces for clues of me or my birth parents – I feel like it all must be inside me and my kids.

My daughter was the first person that I could call a blood relative.  I would stare and stare and stare at her until her newborn self was ingrained in my eyeballs and at the end of the day when I would look at her father his head appeared amazingly enormous in comparison.

—– This stuff WAS important even if I had stuffed it away to not hurt my mother’s feelings.  When I started to allow myself to have these thoughts the clues started to come to me.  My brother has never claimed any desire to know any part of his birth story, says our mom and dad are his parents and that’s enough for him.  He even went with our father to a huge family reunion about 20 years ago wanting to know about his history.  This made no sense to me because we weren’t actually related to these people.  My Mom and Dad are my parents but theirs is not my heritage.

So, back to the stuff.  The clues that were in plain view.  The world I lived but didn’t have relevance to me as a little kid.

Our father is an attorney, handled our adoptions and apparently this was no secret.  I didn’t realize this or ask.  He also handled the adoptions of others.  Also as a matter of casual fact, my parents had “unwed mothers” living with them prior to and through out the time period when my brother and I came on the scene.  The 1960’s were a time when young unwed pregnant women were often shipped away from their families for fear of shame, returning quietly and with no explanation 9 months later.

*End of Another Part of My Adoption Story*

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4 Responses to Unwed Mothers Around The House – More Casual Facts About My Adoption

  1. It’s interesting to me how some people are literal/accurate and some people are ok with less accuracy. Like you, while I might have accepted someone as my “parent”, I wouldn’t have felt a need to learn their heritage. But I know many people more like your brother, who once they accept someone as “parent”, go whole hog with it without the little asterisk at the end.

    When I was little, my brother started calling our stepdad “dad” (well… actually… they weren’t married yet so he was *technically* just the guy living with us, but…). I yelled at him and insisted he not call him that because he wasn’t our dad. Even then, I knew that Bill was a better dad than our real one, but it wasn’t *accurate* to call him that. So my brother stopped and I’ve always felt a bit bad about it.

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  2. theblogwoman says:

    You have an interesting point with accuracy. I guess I have spent a lot of time thinking about parent, parenting. I am very sensitive and to me it is a verb, a ‘feel’ word. Heritage or lineage is separate in my mind from parent – it seems factual.
    I think kids get very emotional about parents because it’s tapping into their sensitivities and how they feel. I suppose you felt a strong emotional link to the title “Dad”.
    Some of us are lucky to have many versions of family and those who love and care for us.

    Thank you for your thoughtful insight.


  3. keen peach says:

    You have to tell more! Well, you don’t have to but I feel like I am engrossed in a novel and can’t wait to hear what happens next. 😊

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