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"When does the Winning Begin?' (another good post by Cheerio)

Posted by on Feb. 10, 2013 at 7:56 PM
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http://cheerios-world.blogspot.ca/2008/10/adoption-i-cant-count-how-many-times.html

"When does the Winning Begin?"


Adoption

I can't count how many times I've heard "adoption ... it's a win/win situation."Well, please tell me when does the winning begin for me.

Does it begin at birth when I held him in my arms and said goodbye?

Does it begin when I walk out of the hospital in so much pain it hurt to breathe?

Does it begin when Thanksgiving rolls around, and no one sets a place for him?

Does it begin when searching through all the lovely wrapped presents under the Christmas tree, but none have his name on it?

Does it begin on Mother's Day, and I look in the mirror and feel hollow because I am not mothering my son?

Does it begin when a pregnant gal is talking about her experiences and then says, Oh, you've never been pregnant! You wouldn't know/understand?

Does it begin when I get invitations for baby showers for my friends?

Does it begin when I search the rack of cards, and have to pass over the ones labeled "to my SON"?

Does it begin as I spend hours searching stores and the internet trying to find a birthday gift that might be meaningful to my son, whom I do not even know?

Does it begin when I go to church and see the proud parents holding their child on 'child dedication Sunday'?

Does it begin when he got his first tooth, and I did not put it under his pillow?

Does it begin when he rides his bike for the first time?

Does it begin when he smiles sheepishly as he heads off to his first day of school?

Does it begin when he runs in the house and yells a loud cheer that school's out and summer's here?

Does it begin when he has his 16th birthday, and I don't get an invitation to the celebration?

Does it begin when he has his first date? His first sweetheart? His first innocent kiss? and I've never met her?

Does it begin when he walks down the aisle in his cap and gown, and I'm not in the stands trying to figure out which one he is in the sea of graduates?

Does it begin when he decides if he wants to pursue college or follow a different path to his dream career?

Does it begin when he's 18, and he can search for me, unless his aparents are insecure and question his loyalty?

Does it begin with a reunion when two strangers look each other in the eyes and find out this 'relationship' is a lot of hard work?

Please tell me, just when will it begin.

In my mind it feels like a sensationalized sports game. I walk out onto the field, no helmet, kneepads or shin guards. The lights are flipped on, and I'm blinded by the brightness. You can feel the tension in the air.

Out on the field I see the opponents. Those who told me I would get over it. Those who told me how brave and selfless I was. Those who told me my baby deserved better than me as a mother. Those who sold my child to fill their profit pocketbooks.

On the field I see legislatures who were wined and dined to change the laws. Laws to reduce the number of days a mother could bring her child back home with her. Laws to keep these precious children from ever knowing their heritage by blocking them from their own records. On the field I see NCFA, laughing and sneering at my tiny frame.

I can hear the murmur in the stands. I turn and see that the stands are filled with fans, cheering, jeering, and chanting. But they are not fans for a natural mom who lost her son to adoption. No, they're cheering for the ones already out on the field. I turn again to look at them, all lined up. They are enormous, and intimidating. Their expensive uniforms glimmer in the lights. They're energized by the commotion from the stands.

I step forward, and walk up to the line. I stand there, one small lone woman, against these heartless giants. Not one person from the stands dare walk to my side.

I hear the announcer yell, Let the Winning Begin! There is a roar from the stands. I'm nearly knocked off my feet as the referee thrusts his hand through my chest. I can feel the death grip on my heart as he pulls it out and tosses it high into the air.

Being experienced, my opponents grab it right away. They kick and throw my heart all around the field. They’re screaming with delight every time they score point after point after endless point.

Of course the points are based on all my losses based on the 'winning' questions above.

Please tell me, when will the winning begin for me?
by on Feb. 10, 2013 at 7:56 PM
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DVT
by Bronze Member on Mar. 23, 2013 at 8:22 AM

Great post and analogy of adoption.  We all wonder when will our "winning" moment be with our children. The only hope we have left is in reunion when they finally get to know us and build that relationship with us. Sadly, some birthmoms have to wait years for that expierence and my heart aches for them.  Some are not even found at all when their child is much older and there was plenty of chance for a meeting or reunion. 

CaileighsMom608
by Member on Mar. 23, 2013 at 7:38 PM

My daughter will be 4 in June and everyone thinks I am OK and over it, totally happy in my decision to give away my only daughter.  I have discovered that I have a great poker face.  No one sees my pain.  I still to this day feel hollow and feel phantam kicks where my precious baby once grew.


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megan91
by Member on Mar. 24, 2013 at 5:18 AM
I couldnt finish reading this. Too difficult....
Blah-a-dee
by Member on Apr. 24, 2013 at 9:10 AM

This is what I fight with people that say adoption is better than abortion... 

MoLLiy
by Member on Apr. 24, 2013 at 12:10 PM
My daughter turned 3 in February and I too have a great poker face. When I look at my raised daughter who will be 7 in June I feel the guilt for her sadness and longing for her "missing" sister, and when I look at my son who is 6 months old I feel terrible for the loss of his sister whom he may never get to meet. I feel the heartbreak every second of every day. If I could have a second chance I would have all my children here with me. Sometimes I just hold her blanket and cry and wonder what have I done. It kills me a little more every day.

Quoting CaileighsMom608:

My daughter will be 4 in June and everyone thinks I am OK and over it, totally happy in my decision to give away my only daughter.  I have discovered that I have a great poker face.  No one sees my pain.  I still to this day feel hollow and feel phantam kicks where my precious baby once grew.


blessed3times
by Bronze Member on Sep. 1, 2013 at 9:45 PM

SO POWERFUL...

socrzyblonde
by Bronze Member on Sep. 3, 2013 at 1:54 PM

This totally hits home with me...

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