Thursday, May 06, 2010
There They Go, Again!
I wonder how they get anything done on the things they DO think are important. Some of them are so busy jumping our case with their annoying lectures whenever we dare to mention the crimes against the mothers of the EMS, that they couldn't possibly have enough time to do what they think SHOULD be done. They are too busy trying to be the Natural Mother's Thought Police. Whenever anyone decides that they are the ultimate expert and the go-to person about all things adoption, I put on my high-top waders because it's getting deep in there.
I am an expert about one thing...my own experience as a mother who lost to adoption during those "bad old days." I was there to know what was done, how it was done, how many were there with me and how it affected me and those with whom I have communicated in depth. I am neither senile nor stupid. Yes, Mirginia, there WAS an EMS and yes, it needs to be brought to the attention of the nation that allowed it to happen. You don't have to like it, but stay the Hell out of our way while we try to do our job as we see it or expect to be called out and challenged.
The thing is, if the opinion the distaff side holds is that the now is more important than the then, that's okay with me. But could you do me the same courtesy? You work on the now, we'll work on the then, our kids will work on the OBC access issues and maybe we can not trip over each other while doing what we must.
But, if you try to cross me, impede me or sabotage me or SMAAC, there will be no words minced and no retreats. You're not going to persuade us, dissuade us and you sure aren't going to get away with subtle coercion. We've already had our share of the overt variety.
I have a lot going on, right now. I am a SENIOR (what part of that don't they understand?) mother, with a senior husband and a life that I would like to live out with dignity and a taste of justice. Sorry if that concept licks all the red off your candy, but that's the way it is. Meanwhile, my daughter is ill, my husband has a chronic condition, I am slowly recovering from surgery (from which I would have bounced back like a rubber ball 20 years ago) and my dog is receiving cancer treatment as we plan to move 5 states north. Don't expect me to be sugary sweet right now. The pupal case is open and I have morphed into Maxine on wheels.
Time is short. I'd say it would be best not to waste it trying to convince everyone else that you are the only show in town.
Wow, I just realized that I have attained curmudgeon-hood. Yay!!