Jane Jeong Trenka wrote this amazing piece “What Adoption Means to Me” from the point of view of her Korean mother. It is powerful. This piece of reading can’t/shouldn’t/won’t leave you – and don’t let it.
Blueberrie’s first mom didn’t “give” her son to me. I know my previous post simplified her actions when I used the term “giving.” In an effort to talk about a homily of ‘giving’, I used the word itself to express that the only person I could think about during the homily was Blueberry’s mother. I didn’t intend to portray her as having absolute agency in that moment – because I think she was coerced by the conditions of her life – her powerlessness – her poverty – her social status- and too many other things I just don’t know about. I’ve often imgainged what were the combination of factors that really did ‘force her hand.’
I can’t get it right in words. Go and read the piece by Trenka.