Lorraine |
But hear or not hear it, all if it reminds us of our own fractured motherhood. I've been through the gamut of emotions about Mother's Day, beginning when I did not know where my daughter was (call it a nightmare), and my own mother did not even know my daughter existed (no one to share the blues with), to those years after reunion when I tried to ignore the hoopla the week preceding the big day hoping she would remember me in some small way, but alas, she often did not. (A good day to dig in the garden.)
A photo of the card Jane sent one year. Sweet. |
While I was feeling sorry for myself, I always imagined a big celebration going on with her adoptive mother--card, flowers, dinner, what-have-you. My daughter had siblings, one adopted, two not, and the patriarch was not likely to let any of them forget about Mother's Day. I never knew if the day went off as I imagined because I never asked. Though I tried to remind myself that the day was a made-up holiday, designed to help Hallmark and florists and restaurants, that never really worked. Everyone else was celebrating Mother's Day--hell, I was too as long as my own mother was alive. After I left Michigan, I sent flowers, I called, I remembered.
I image that Mother's Day for women who have had other children is different than it is for me, one of the approximately one third who never had another child after relinquishing. First of all, just as co-blogger Jane, they have the children they kept to be honored and celebrated by. Many of those children--no matter their age--will not know about the missing child, but the mother will, and it is likely she cannot help but think about her/him at some point during the day--if not several times--wondering who she/he is and what mother he/she is honoring. So it will be a day of bittersweet happiness, as well as a reckoning how this day fits into their lives.
SPEAKING UP TRUTHFULLY
But that was not my fate. I was without another child and so you just suck it up and wait for the damn day to be over. When my daughter was older and married, she did a whole lot better remembering--especially after I told her that her ignoring me on the day--bothered me. Bothered me a whole lot, in fact. Once I got a wonderful handmade card that said: To my Other Mother. Inside it says: "I couldn't find a card that defined our relationship, but then all truly matters is that is that I let you know, I Love You. Happy Mothers day LORRAINE, love Jane." It must have come with a present, because there is a note on the back about using whatever she sent to "relax after a long hard day."
Lorraine on a good day with her daughter Jane, and her daughter, now out of college and an art teacher in Michigan |
Now my daughter is gone--she died more than a decade ago--as well as my mother, and I realize the day is ours to deal with as we choose. I could mope all day. Or not. It is a given that throughout the day I will let thoughts of my mother, and my daughter, flit pleasantly by with a kind of sweet sadness. My mother died two decades ago. We'd fought a lot when I was growing up, but she was the rock I leaned on to go to college against some odds, and later, when I began writing and championing unsealing birth certificates, and became known for that, she encouraged me, and was proud of what I was doing. "Everyone must want to know where they came from," she said to me the day I told her everything. She held her head up among the people in the senior living apartments in our home town she lived in, and I loved her courage for that, for I know there must have been a lot of gossip, and most of it not nice.
I had a daughter, gave her up, found her, had a 26-year relationship, and then lost her again. As a friend of mine said, We've all got something. He'd been caring for his wife with advanced Alzheimer's for several years at home, and trust me, that is not a simple thing. Because of his devoted care, she lived more than a decade with Alzheimer's. She died last summer. Now their house is for sale because he wants to move to a new place, where every room is not a reminder of her. Yes, we've all got something.
We've all got something. But I will admit that since my daughter's passing, the way I handle the day is different from when she was alive. For dealing with her death was a matter of mourning, of accepting and accommodating grief, but also knowing that she was at last at peace. The grief wasn't trapped in some damn limbo of closed adoption that leaves you wondering if your child is dead or alive, and you are supposed to just stuff it down, pretend that you are not dying inside. That kind of grief is insanely consuming, and never changes. You can stomp it down--otherwise you will go crazy--but it's still there like a sore that will not heal to the scar phase. When she died, I could grieve publicly, I did not have to pretend that I was "okay" within days or weeks of her dying.
DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND WEEP...
While I can't put myself into the head of an adopted person, I imagine that if you are longing to at least know your original mother, or have a relationship with her, you also endure Mother's Day rather than celebrate. For both mothers and adoptees, the day is bound to be fraught. One can be honoring one's adoptive mother, but how can you not be thinking at least a little bit about that other mother? Does she ever think of you? Is she thinking of you on this day? Without answers, with birth records that stay sealed beyond human compassion, the questions remain, peace is impossible.
So for those mothers without children who will be a part of your life on Sunday, and children whose original mothers fill their thoughts, make a plan: Call a friend or someone else who might otherwise be alone. Do something else besides go to lunch in a crowded restaurant. Go to the movies--a funny movie! no weepers!--go shopping, go to a museum, pursue your hobby, go for a a long run or workout at the gym, splurge and have a spa day with all the trimmings for once, or--work with me here--clean out your closets. If that last one sounds like a chore, it is, but remember that the rewards of feng shui are so energizing. Tidied closets end up feeling like a metaphor for your life. Tidied up. Cleaning out the old leaves space in your life for the new to come in. Cleaning closets is highly underrated.
And remember, come Monday it will not be Mother's Day for another blessed 364 days!--lorraine
PS: I began writing an addendum about the noxious idea of "Birth Mother's Day," which is the Saturday before Mother's Day, but I was just getting annoyed about such a ridiculous day, designed to normalize giving up a child, that I quit. Supposedly it was started by a first mother herself, and when Googled her, it led to Amazon where you can buy a "Birth Mother's Day Planner.' Which also made me gag. However, there was no picture or anything, and it, blessedly, is not available. Here's what I found in some dumb article in Minneapolis:
"With the growth of open adoption, birth families and adoptive families tend to stay in contact for the benefit of a child. Placing a child for adoption has come to be considered an act of love. (Emphasis added) But many birth mothers felt they continued to be ignored. In 1990, a group of Seattle birth mothers sought to change that by creating a day of their own....
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Along the way, the author pauses her personal story to inform us about the world of adoption through Facts and Commentary chapters. A longtime advocate of adoptee rights, Dusky gives us the insider’s scoop on everything from shady adoption practices to the latest research on adoption issues.
An adoptee and writer myself, I thought I knew a lot about adoption. But I discovered some surprising facts between the covers of this book. With nearly a hundred footnotes, Hole in My Heart is a great starting point for anyone wishing to explore this subject.
So for those mothers without children who will be a part of your life on Sunday, and children whose original mothers fill their thoughts, make a plan: Call a friend or someone else who might otherwise be alone. Do something else besides go to lunch in a crowded restaurant. Go to the movies--a funny movie! no weepers!--go shopping, go to a museum, pursue your hobby, go for a a long run or workout at the gym, splurge and have a spa day with all the trimmings for once, or--work with me here--clean out your closets. If that last one sounds like a chore, it is, but remember that the rewards of feng shui are so energizing. Tidied closets end up feeling like a metaphor for your life. Tidied up. Cleaning out the old leaves space in your life for the new to come in. Cleaning closets is highly underrated.
And remember, come Monday it will not be Mother's Day for another blessed 364 days!--lorraine
PS: I began writing an addendum about the noxious idea of "Birth Mother's Day," which is the Saturday before Mother's Day, but I was just getting annoyed about such a ridiculous day, designed to normalize giving up a child, that I quit. Supposedly it was started by a first mother herself, and when Googled her, it led to Amazon where you can buy a "Birth Mother's Day Planner.' Which also made me gag. However, there was no picture or anything, and it, blessedly, is not available. Here's what I found in some dumb article in Minneapolis:
"With the growth of open adoption, birth families and adoptive families tend to stay in contact for the benefit of a child. Placing a child for adoption has come to be considered an act of love. (Emphasis added) But many birth mothers felt they continued to be ignored. In 1990, a group of Seattle birth mothers sought to change that by creating a day of their own....
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Hole in My Heart is many things. First of all, it’s the captivating, first person story of the author’s journey from unwed mother to revered spokesperson for adoption reform. Along the way she reunites with the child she gave up for adoption. Through decades of up and down relationships with her daughter and the girl’s adoptive family, Dusky helps readers understand the challenges and trauma of adoption from all sides.Along the way, the author pauses her personal story to inform us about the world of adoption through Facts and Commentary chapters. A longtime advocate of adoptee rights, Dusky gives us the insider’s scoop on everything from shady adoption practices to the latest research on adoption issues.
An adoptee and writer myself, I thought I knew a lot about adoption. But I discovered some surprising facts between the covers of this book. With nearly a hundred footnotes, Hole in My Heart is a great starting point for anyone wishing to explore this subject.
..."birth records that stay sealed beyond human compassion..." wraps it up nicely as signifying the nature of the entire adoption industry.
ReplyDelete..."Placing a child for adoption has come to be considered an act of love..." Are they still marketing this carp?
Lorraine, we continue to be mothers regardless of the jargon, sentiments, and relentless aberrant exploitation. I have, as I know you have also, learned to walk away from being defined by anyone other than ourselves.
Sending enormous wishes for Peace to you and all my sisters on Mothers Day day and every day. Pray for me as I pray for you all always.
THanks, Whirling, and yes...they are still marketing "giving up a child out of love." Because of course, we poor wretches would have made such terrible single parents.
DeleteThe clerk at TJMaxx just wished me a Happy Mother's Day. This time I just said, thank you and left. I know she meant to be nice.
Hello Lorraine,
ReplyDeleteI just discovered this site and I am so glad. I gave my daughter up for adoption in 1974 at the age of 16. No one except for another birth mother can understand the incredible pain and trauma of giving up your baby against your will. I have lived with this for 45 years, not dwelling on it, because that would be unbearable, but never ever forgetting. This week before Mother's Day (yes, the worst holiday ever) the Illinois Adoption Registry contacted me to tell me my daughter has requested my contact information. I registered in 2001 as soon as I knew this registry existed. I have never wanted to put any roadblocks in the way of her finding me but I never wanted to force myself into her life. My parents used Easter House in Chicago and when I found out (in the 80s) of their crimes I worried that she might not ever know she was adopted. I am in an emotional whirlwind right now, as you know, I can't dare to hope for too much. I will be reading everything on your site to prepare myself for our potential reunion. If you have the time to point me to any particular posts or other reading I would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you so much, Susannah
Wow, Susannah, I hope you come back and see this. Since she wants to meet you, the worst part is over--wondering. Take it easy, don't dump a lot of your pain on her because ... it will feel like her fault, don't introduce her to everyone unless it is totally okay with her, and give both of you some breathing room after the first meeting. It will be overwhelming. Your message encourages me because Jane and I plan to do a reunion book(let). For now, just use the search engine above and put in...I dunno, any words that relate to your questions. Or you can just keep scrolling backwards. But beware! We have over a thousand posts! But the headline should give you a clue if you should click on it to read more. Start with "reunion" and go from there. Stay in touch! You can email me at forumfirstmother@gmail.com
DeleteLorraine, as always thank you for your words that are balm to a birth mother's heart and soul. Although I am one of those mothers who had other children, the ocean of grief set in motion by mothers day is unrelenting. Even after a successful reunion, that well of grief never seems to end. I have learned to stay to myself on that day.
ReplyDeleteAnd the idea of birth mothers day makes me want to seriously hurt someone. I cannot even imagine celebrating the anguish that this decision caused myself, my son, and my family. While I do feel I made this choice out of love for him, I regret it every second my heart beats.
So this mother's day I'll be thinking of the birth moms, the adoptees, and the mothers who have lost their children to violence,drugs, suicide. Sending love out to whomever needs it.
Sending out love to whomever needs it....a good message.
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As Loraine noted, I have three other children to celebrate Mother's Day with. Still Mother's Day was always bittersweet. Before I reunited with my lost daughter, I felt like a fraud. How can I be honored when I gave away my first child?
ReplyDeleteWhen my lost daughter and I reunited in November, 1997, I waited anxiously on Mother's Day 1998, hoping she would remember me. I checked the mail all week before The Day; I stayed close to the phone. Nothing. Later she told me she just got busy. I was devastated but eventually my head took over and I realized it would have been difficult for her to recognize me and not feel she was dishonoring her adoptive mother. Since then , she has acknowledged me some years and not some years. I feel comfortable in the relationship so either way is fine. I was thrilled, though, this year when her daughter sent me a Mother's Day gift, a vanilla-scented candle.
While my raised children always recognize me on Mother's Day with a brunch at a favorite restaurant, it sometimes feels like an obligatory act. Still I would miss it if they ignored the Day. Today my bridge partner told me how hurt she was that none of her five children were celebrating the Day with her. Two live out of town, two are on vacations, and one has to work. I told her, hopefully, they would send flowers.
I agree with Lorraine that Mother's Day hype comes largely from the hospitality industry, florists, and candy makers. We shouldn't let these merchants have such power over us. But there's no way to escape.
Don't have children with a married man! Unwed mothers have no right to complain. I will spend plenty of money on wonderful real mothers to make certain this wonderful celebration continues and is not spoiled by evil, jealous women!
ReplyDeleteMarried men should not have children with women that they cannot raise a child with either. Sounds like somebody had a child with your ole man and you do not like it. News flash,anyone who has given birth is a real mother.
DeleteAsk any 5 year old what is a real mother. They will set you straight. They can see beyond adoption and marriage certificates.
DeleteLorraine is not evil or jealous. She is a woman victimized by a social system which punished women for acts which threatened the patriarchal system couched in the language of morality. Forcing unmarried pregnant women to have a baby and then taking the baby away was extreme cruelty to both baby and mother. Then to add salt to the wounds, you tell these victimized women that they are not "real" mothers.
DeleteAnonymous, there are many factors that lead to adoption, all of them unfortunate and sad. These days, having a child by a married man is probably farther the list than ever. And some women have children within their marriage, who are later adopted. I think poverty has always been the no. 1 reason, throughout history. There are many sad circumstances can lead to adoption of children.
DeleteIt's OK to be disappointed, angry or hate your mother, but you shouldn't spread that onto other women, who have their own experiences, and are unique people with distinct histories.
Anon's comment was a personal attack on me--I can tell where it originated from--and by extension, all mothers who relinquish. I believe she has commented before, but I may not have published her comment.
DeleteA mean-spirited attack by anonymous. After thinking about it for a bit, I thought it was probably an attack on Lorraine, a person who should be commended for sharing her story (at a time when no one dared speak of their "out-of-wedlock" pregnancy). There will always be judgmental people, and it does seem that anonymous has an axe to grind.
DeleteLorraine thank you for being willing to allow comments on this site. It helps to talk to other first mothers and share our grief. I'm sorry that your kindness in presenting this forum was abused by anonymous. I'm also sorry that anonymous feels the need to strike out at you in a place dedicated to lifting up.
ReplyDeleteThis is not directly related to the topic of this post, but I had a conversation recently that made me want to scream. My son's prom date happens to be adopted. She is very shy, her adoptive mother is very outspoken, very helicopter. The daughter and mother were at my house visiting, and out of the blue the daughter asks the A-mom when could they visit her first mother. The mother went into a long spiel about how difficult it was to schedule a visit. Then she says to me for no particular reason,"Because we already had two biological children, the agency said we were only eligible to adopt a bi-racial child. That's how we got Ashley (name changed)." It was as if she were apologizing for adopting a bi-racial child. I am sure Ashley hears this story constantly.No wonder the girl is so shy and struggles with confidence! The message is that she was the last pick. Ashley squirmed and put on a fake smile. The comment really pissed me off, but I tried not to reveal my thoughts. It wasn't the right time. I smiled and looked directly at Ashley and said, "I'm adopted too. How wonderful that you know your first mother. It helps to know someone who looks like you. I didn't look much like my adoptive family, and people would say weird things to me. I didn't know who I looked like until I was and adult." Then I rehearsed some things people have said. Ashley opened her mouth to say something, but the adoptive mom cut her off. "Well, one of our biological sons has blue eyes like Ashley, and the other has dark hair like Ashley, so she does resemble the rest of the family." Mom then shows me a picture of two pale grown men with identical eyes, identical noses, identical mouths, straight hair. Their faces are a lot like the mom's. They are identical in almost every way except one is a Ginger and one is a Brunette. There's no way someone would mistake Ashley, who has African American features, for being biologically related to these folks. It wasn't the right setting to speak my mind at the time, but I could clearly see the adoptive mom's talk has taken its toll on Ashley, who is now 18. How could the mom be so oblivious to what she is doing to her daughter?
ReplyDeleteThat woman had no business adopting a child. The message to the girl is we took you because we couldn't get anything better. Outrageous. Telling her she resembles the bio sons not only denies her Afro-american heritage but tells her she is inferior because of the heritage.
DeleteOn a related topic -- The practice of adoption agencies placing children based on the perceived need of the adoptive parents is appalling. The "best babies" go to the most deserving PAPs while the worst babies (black or disabled) go to less deserving PAPs. Of course fees enter into this formula as well. The more PAPs can pay the better their chances of getting a Gerber baby.
Megan, all I can say us unfucking believable. How can anyone be so totally deaf to what she is saying in front of the young woman? I even hesitate to call the teenager "her daughter." One of the most... clueless commentaries I have ever heard of, and I've heard a lot. I am sure that your speaking up did a world of good to the girl, and maybe since she is your son's prom date, you will have the opportunity to speak to her again. You might even say, if you ever want to talk about adoption, I'm available. We never know when we are given an opportunity to do some good for someone, and it looks like the the time is walking in the door to you. Go for it!
ReplyDeleteThat is my plan Lorraine. So far, during every opportunity I've had to talk to Ashley, her mother has shown up too. I'm gonna ask my son to tell her she can text me. She lives an hour away, and so far every time she's come to our town, her adoptive mom has come too... She may not realize that since she is 18, she can schedule her own visits with her first mother. She can also contact her first father. The Amom told me, "We're not interested in meeting him," obviously speaking for Ashley.
ReplyDeleteBack to Mother's Day - I have to admit, Lorraine, I am at peace. I no longer get upset or even consider the day. My daughter and her children (at least the oldest) have made their choices. Sadly, they chose money, but that is their own issue. I don't want, seek or try to have any relationship with them. I have loved my child all of her life and will continue to love her...and, during certain moments I do miss her terribly. But I don't worry too much about it anymore.
ReplyDeleteThis last year, my daughter, once again chose to be the "biological" child of her adoptive parents... which is fine. She seems happy and I can only ask that her life be happy and productive.
As for the rest, I live my life and enjoy it... but I have to admit, I forgot it was mother's day - I had a date and was at the movies. Maybe this is what healing is like. at least for me.
I wish you peace.
As for your anonymous attacker - that is a woman who has a lot of issues and needs to see a shrink - I hope for the sake of any young people around her she is not an adoptive mother and that she is under the care of a psychiatrist - or at least her hubby is taking care of her if she is married. She is a mess. I am sorry she attacked you as if she had the right.
Lorraine - I found your blog after searching "don't thank a birthmother". I will make this as brief as I can -I am an adoptee (1968, reunited with birthmom 25 years ago) and a birthmother (son born 1986) - both adoptions handled by a large Texas agency, notorious for closed adoptions.
ReplyDeleteIn 2004 when my son was 18 I went to Texas to sign the voluntary registry the agency provided (he was born May 9 btw - the date of this blog) so mother's day is always a very painful time for me.
They said there was no match so I waited. A year or so later, I registered with Adoption.com registry and there was a match. I called the agency to confirm if this was my son or not and they said they couldn't tell me ("closed records") but when I asked if I should "continue contact" (hoping for an off-the-record confirmation) they said yes.
We have been in reunion for 14 years - I have met his family, he has met mine (including my birthmother and birthfamily). I flew to texas for his wedding in 2017. Is is listed as my son on Facebook (with his blessing).
Flash forward to December 2018, my biological cousin did a DNA test that showed someone else was my bio son. This "new" son had gone to the agency when he was 22 (after I had registered) and was told "Your birthparents do not want to meet you , especially the mother") - he left dejected but 10 years later we found each other. (He is now 33).
I live in Paris but was planning a visit to the US for xmas - my "new" son and I talked for hours on the phone, I spent four days with him in the U.S. just joined at the hip, met his a-family (always mixed feelings with that because I, too, hate being 'thanked"), he dropped me at the airport and I have not had a word from him in four months.
I feel utterly heartbroken. Of course, my "first" son that I reunited with 14 years ago is my son in my heart - I flew to see him in person to tell him of this news. We are all devastated - now I have found my "new" son and he has disappeared. My first son is so sad (although I did just get him a DNA test for his birthday)
Mother's Day and their birthdays (May 9) just passed without a word and I cried like I never cried. I have no other children but a couple of friends wished me Happy Mother's Day. This loss upon loss just feels unbearable and the 'new' son being so happy to find me, happy to spend time with me, and then just disappearing feels unbearably painful and inexplicable.
Sorry for such a long post but this is not something I ever talk about publicly and it's nice to be in a group of birthmothers who understand what the loss of adoption feels like. Thank you for writing this blog and books and giving us a voice and safe place to speak.
Shannon:
DeleteYour story has had some happiness and a lot of sadness. I'm glad that you were able to reunite with your birth mother, and with both of your sons. Try not to be discouraged, periods of silence are normal for this type of relationship I think. It's not a "normal" mother and son relationship, since you didn't raise him, and it also not a "friendship", since as the child, he probably has some confusion as how and why you could/would give him up (even if he doesn't realize it, it could be very strong). You know what the circumstances were at the time, but it may be something that he will never be able to be processed or understood by him.) This is not something you can control, and I hope you can just go with the flow . . . It's not personal, and doesn't necessarily signify bad feelings on his end.
I think (hope so anyway) that you will eventually hear from him - and if not, eventually you can drop a short and cheerful note to check in.
Try to remember, if things went well and are going well with your other son, that's encouraging - at least they are not going badly.
I've had several nice in-person visits with my younger son (in reunion over 4 years now), but in between - just radio silence on his end. It is frustrating. But he has no interest in talking on phone, and email or texts are (usually) not answered. His birthday was last month, and he apparently made up a story so I wouldn't come to visit him on his birthday (It it would have been the first birthday of his we would spend together, since our reunion - I didn't say that, but was really looking forward to the happiness this would provide.) The feelings may have been too much for him. I sent him a couple of birthday gifts - no acknowledgment. I finally asked by text, how did he like them? And he sent a return text, saying thank you. I was disappointed and am angry about all that, but - the only thing that will help is just to accept, and hope things will look better at some point.
He did send a text saying Happy Mother's Day; no gift as he had always sent before, but at least there was something. He did say he missed me in this text - of course he can see me anytime, but I know it's more complicated than that. What he "misses" will never be there - knowing his natural mother as he grew up.I try very hard to make sure our relationship is happy and pleasant for him now.
Take heart, I think you and your second son will have more communication at some point. Four months may seem like a long time, but it's not. Take care, you've made a lot of good progress, and there will be more. You love your son, and that's all that counts.
"new and old"--I think that Shannon's story is that the first young man was not actually the right person--there was no DNA confirmation, and the agency seems to have "mixed up" (deliberately or not) some records for male children born the same day. Later, her cousin got a strong DNA match and that was her actual birth son.
DeleteShannon, hopefully as he gets older, his feelings will change, and he will come around or at least get curious about you. Four months is not really all that long. I am not a first mother by birth, but by egg "donation." Although there are clear differences, I can tell you that there are parallels in the pain of severing and loss. And, I ended up with health problems from "donating" that led to my never having had my "own" children. Much love to all.
Anonymous, I am so sorry to read the end of your post. Women are not aware that egg donation is way more complicated and iffy to the woman than it sounds!
DeleteLadies - Just typed a lengthy response to your very kind messages and it was lost.. I will reply again later - but THANK You for taking the time to reply.
DeleteI gave birth in Indianapolis, Indiana to a son in April of 1966 at Indianapolis General hospital. I have never received a birth certificate. I have tried over the years to get the birth certificate and have been told none exists. I am seventy-four years old now and the people who know that this is true are dying. If there is someone who can help me please contact me.
ReplyDeleteWas your son adopted? When a child is adopted, his birth certificate is sealed and not available. The government prepares a new certificate listing the adoptive parents as his parents. Under a new Indiana law, your son can get a copy of his original birth certificate but no one else can.
DeleteHere's a link to information to help you if you want to search for your son. https://www.americanadoptioncongress.org/beginners_search_checklist.php