Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I Yam What I Yam
Borrowing from a man who knew who he was. I am also finding myself saying the exact same thing.
I YAM WHAT I YAM.
I am starting to see that old age, as a stage of life, has a purpose. Denying we are older doesn't make being older go away. Me thinks it behooves us to think what the purpose for this time of life might be. When we try to deny being older, think on it as a failure of the body, a thing to hide, a thing to not recognize in ourselves or others, we miss out on a crucial piece of living.
Getting older now has a benifit. Now we can speak our mind. We have earned the right, our stripes have been hard earned, but by golly they are there. We have paid are taxes, earned a living, paid homage to our gods.
We now have the right to speak up and tell how we had our children taken from us and stripped of our souls. Now is our turn to be heard, as we have been a muffled sound in the breeze, a silenced voice. No, now is the time to call a spade a spade. What the heck are they going to do to us, send us away again.
Nature is full of change as the seasons illustrate. Most of those cycles keep going round and round without anything permanent changing. A full moon is a full moon and was the same when I was a toddler and now when I am 59.
'round and round without anything permanent changing' Duh, hello.
Time to speak up me thinks, what do we have to loose?
Some people wonder what this SMAAC group is all about. Well, it isn't about reunion. And, while most of us are proudly anti-adoption, it isn't really about that. Nor is it about open records except where those records pertain to the experience of the Senior Mother of adoption loss, pre-surrender.