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| Maurine, adoptive mom |
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| Dubie, birth mom |
One of the things I
thought was really cool that I learned from my ex wife Dianne was how
she would call her mother on Dianne's birthday and thank her mother for giving
her birth. I really just thought that was a nice thing to do.
So, it's Groundhog Day and
if it's Groundhog Day it's my birthday! It's kind of weird birthdays
are birthdays after all BUT this year it's different. With the
revelations of this summer in finding the remnants of my birth family
this birthday seems different. You'll recall earlier this week I
blogged about my biological brother from Colorado called to wish me
happy birthday – – somehow Facebook published by birthdate couple
days before hand and Ed called earlier in the week – – we talked
sometime, a lot of it about the birthmother, my birthmother. Ed knows
a lot of stuff about Dubie and her history of becoming pregnant and
then giving up the children. I was surprised to learn that Catholic
community services handled a lot of the adoptions. The reason I
turned out the way that I did was my grandmother encountered Dubie in
the bus depot in Colorado and took her (me) home where I was
delivered and a friend of the family who just happen to be a judge
made all the arrangements for my adoptive mother to adopt me. It
probably wasn't so but I got this cartoon image in my mind of Dubie's
head spinning around at the speed at which the adoption took place.
Like Ed who was adopted
but through Catholic community services we never really thought too
much about Dubie and pretty much focused on our lives in which we
ended up growing into. My mom and dad are my mom and dad and that's
the way that it is. However, I do have some kind of feeling towards
Dubie and maybe even my birth dad since he was actually still in the
picture. I've never had a feeling of wishing to of known either of
them until this last summer but all of a sudden the mythology of my
birth becomes real. Ed has actually spent time with the “family”
and I think even with Dubie that says she is quite reticent and a
little distant. I'm sure her birthing history has had a toll on her.
It was how she survived at that time. There seems to be some question
about the birth father and how supportive or destructive he may have
been. I'm sure the lady was just trying to survive.
68 years ago I was a
newborn being taken from my biological “incubator” a.k.a. mother
and delivered to my mom who then cared for me for the next 2 ½
decades until I got out of my own and moms are moms the matter what
even after you left the nest. Having said that, I kind of feel that
somehow Dubie felt the same way in a rather distant and disjointed
way to all the children that wandered through her womb into the room
of the adopted mother. Hopefully, somewhere in a spiritual sphere the
two of them sat down today in whatever form therein and talked about…
Me.
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