Thursday, February 21, 2008

out of the norm

Good morning - usually I try to keep my posts pretty light hearted, and a humorous take on my life. Today, though, I wanted to share the following poem that I saw on KSL. As many of you may know, I am adopted. Let me say this. I do NOT want to actively search for my birth parents. As far as I am concerned, my "real" parents are the ones that have dealt with me for the last 32 years! I am, however, curious about my medical history, as well as am very curious about Brad's natural history line. It's always an interesting subject, and one that many people ask me about. What prompted this is that UT just defeated a bill that would open adoption records for adoptees over the age of 30. WOW. Brings up interesting arguments about the "rights" of both sides. Does a person giving up a child have the "right" of total anonymity? Does an adoptee have the "right" to know their biological family? I don't know about rights, but I do believe that there ought to be a centralized database that would allow an adoptee to enter their information, and it could then be matched if a biological family member was searching. UT has something similar to this, but it's a cost of $25. I'm sorry, I just don't want to know! I feel like it would be a betrayel of everything that my parents have done for me. Another side of it: I KNOW that I was wanted - my parents did everything in their power to get me. Not all of my friends can say that! Anyway, I wanted to share this poem, and would LOVE to hear your thoughts about all this.

Once there were two women,who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,the other you call Mother.
Two different livesshaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,the other became your sun.
he first gave you life,the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love,the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent,the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,the other dried your tears.
One gave you up.It was all she could do.
The other prayed for a child,and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
the age-old question through the years:
Heredity or Environment -which are you the product of?
Neither my darling, neither,just two different kinds of love.