About Cheerio

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In general I am a cheery and energetic person. But I am enshrouded in a cloak of iron. That cloak is the weight of greiving my son, whom I've lost to adoption.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Think adoption much?

So, last night I left work and headed to the local library. I found the book I wanted, and proceeded to the checkout. The young fellow who was helping me was pleasant and knowledgeable, so I looked for his name badge. His name is the same as my son’s older adopted brother. That’s the very first thing that popped into my brain. I find myself comparing this young man to him. They’re about the same age. My son’s brother has wavy sandy blonde hair, and this young fellow has curly red hair. Hmmm, curly red hair like the gal I work with. I wonder if they’re related? Maybe he’s adopted and they are related! If he’s adopted, does he even know?
Think adoption much?


  1. Ha! Try going to a restaurant with me...constantly looking around the room for a woman the right age who might look like me...never thought about that happening on the other side, but I guess it would.

  2. Oh Cheerio, I am SO glad to know that I'm not the only one with adoption on the brain all the time!! I've had several conversations with myself that are surprisingly like yours. My brain can turn any event into an "adoption" story or question.

    I wish I could quit thinking adoption so much. It's like reunion has changed my views on everything. I feel like my brain is thinking in a foreign language sometimes!


  3. I was once a youth leader at a YMCA camp, and there was a little boy there who clung to me more than the others. He said it was because I reminded him of his mom. I asked him why, and he said I looked just like her. If my first mom was 14-16 when she had me, she'd have had this kid 7 years later. Hmm... I would wait around the sign out area with him in the afternoons waiting to see her. I would always chicken out after about 5 minutes and run off to do something else. What if she DID look "just like" me? I couldn't confront her there. I just couldn't do much of anything.
    I still wonder if that was her. My mom.