This has happened twice in the past week. Twice. And today it made me cry. At 7:30 in the morning. No one should cry that early. Even LittleBrother didn’t really cry this morning. He made some noises, got to eat at the tap and went right back to sleep. It should be a cry-free day. But no. So, I’ve got to say this:
I AM NOT AN ADOPTIVE MOTHER.
I have had two readers in one week leave comments that have chastised me for saying something “off-color” for an adoptive parent. Of course, that makes sense since I’m not an adoptive parent and if you’re reading this blog thinking that, my comments are going to seem really off the wall.
I AM A BIRTH MOTHER. A FIRST MOTHER. A BIOLOGICAL MOTHER. WHATEVER!
When I say that I am not my daughter’s parent, I mean it literally. I do not parent her. I am her first mother but I am not her everyday mother. When I say that I am not her parent or that she is not mine and TheHusbandMan’s daughter (uh, TheHusbandMan is not even her biological father!), I am not dissing adoptive parents. Not in any way, shape or form. My daughter has everyday parents. And they’re freaking awesome. She’s a lucky little lady who has two everyday parents, grandparents around the bend, a first mother who works really hard to be there for her, a biological father who tries to figure out how to handle this, two half-siblings who think she’s pretty awesome and a “Bonus Dad” (aka TheHusbandMan). I would never, in a million years, say that adoptive parents are not parents. I’m not a moron.
I don’t know how anyone could read anything written here and not realize that I’m a birth mother. But here’s a tip. When you’re new to a blog and you think the author has just written something kind of strange, dig a little deeper before you insult them via comment or e-mail. On every single page of this blog is a link to the about the author page. Read it. It’s good for you. Do so on other blogs, too. It’s nice to learn about people. Learning is good.
Now that I’ve been insulted this morning for “dissing” adoptive parents, I’m going to get ready for a really busy week. TheHusbandMan is working a bunch of overtime this week at the fire department because of some illnesses and once at the ambulance company (where he still works on an “as needed” basis) for one of our groomsmen (and his secondary boss there) because C and his wife are finalizing their adoption on Wednesday. Yeah. That’s right. A family with a birth mother in it still supports adoption. Gasp. (That said, J is the most awesome little dude ever. He had a very rough start in life and is very, very blessed to have been placed in C’s family. And? Still has ties to the bio family. Thumbs up all around.)
And just in case you missed it, a quick recap: I’m not an adoptive parent. I’m a birth mother. I don’t hate adoptive parents. I’m just not one. I speak from my point of view, not yours. Any questions? Hit the comments. KACHOW! (What? Cars is on. At 7:50am…)
