Being a foster child, I started my first few years moving
from one family after another, and after a while, I had no idea if any of those
families I stayed with were my parents.
During that time, I learned not to attach myself to anyone or any place,
especially knowing my time with them would be short, perhaps a month or a week.
Because I was slow in understanding how things work or the
relationships between an adult and a child, I didn't understand the word
"MOM." Nor did I know what one was.
I had assumed it was a title you call the female grownups that look
after you. So, it wasn't unusual that I would refer to my teachers as
"mom" in elementary school.
By the time I was officially adopted in 1975, I was nine
years old, and the only parent I had was a father. Initially, when I first
arrived at the house at the age of five, there were two parents, but
unfortunately, six months later, they divorced. So, having a mother lasted only
six months, and I hardly saw her during that time.
A few years later, during recess at school, when the topic
came up regarding "mothers," I somberly announced, "I don't have
a mom." "Everyone has a
mom!" one of the kids retorted back.
Feeling the need to correct him, I spoke up and said, "well, I
don't!" Getting in on the conversation, another kid then asked, "then
who gave birth to you?" Feeling that he had resolved the issue, he crossed
his arms in victory. Angerly, I stared
at him, then said, "A lady gives birth. A mom is someone who loves and
hugs you; I DON'T HAVE A MOM!" I then stormed off.
Of course, I knew I did, as I imagined her watching over me
while growing up and assumed she had perhaps died while giving birth. But in
school during Mother's Day, I thought otherwise. It saddened me to see all the
other kids with their moms, showing off their work, and talking about what they
did while I was sitting at my desk, eagerly wanting to show someone my
projects. Not even my father cared to
attend those events, so I felt alone.
One day, desperate to have a mother, I even brought my
toothbrush to school with the idea of going home with one of the mothers who
was picking up their child. But instead, they brought me back to the
receptionist, where I had to wait for my governess to pick me up. She would
then drive me back home to a motherless family with a father who was hardly
around.
Because I never had a mother, I never had a girlfriend, at
least not until I met the current lady I am with. Although we met when I was 21,
I’m happy to say we are still together 35 years later. Also, I learned that my
mother is alive, and I had met her, but I had difficulty calling her MOM. I eventually reconnected with the lady who I had only known for six months, and oddly, she
considered herself my mother, and because she was the closest I had ever had to having one, I guess I did too, especially during Mother’s Day when I sent her a card.
Unfortunately, she has since passed away, and there is not a day that I don't think about
her.
It's odd, but in the 14 years I lived with my father, I grew closer to the lady I had only known for six months and became happy to call
her "Mom."
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