As this blogs stands to witness, I feel free with my own story. One may use the information to form a skewed opinion about me, I don’t really care. Your judgement says more about you than me.
But when it comes to other people’s stories, talking freely about them doesn’t feel quite right. Be that my husband or my parents, or my close friends, even when their story affects and intertwines with mine tightly.
That being said, I was reminded in the most gracious way that my daughter’s personal story is hers to share, if she so feels inclined to do, later on. Much later.
In the mean time, her and us, we’ll get to process memories and stories together, according to her age and ability to process information. She has been adopted. We have been praying and waiting for her to join us in our life adventure. Her birth mother couldn’t care for her and, for her own safety and well being, she was placed with a foster family that loved her and kept her safe until we came along to call her daughter. Nothing else is relevant to most everyone.
I have discovered that sharing freely gets people off my back. The more secretive, the more burning other’s curiosity. But as my mom would wisely say: NMP. Not My Problem.
Questions and curiosity among others, are a national sport. In Romania people ask shamelessly how much money you make, how much did you spend on this or on that (house, car etc), how many taxes do you pay. I confess I am not as quick on my feet to ask back “why do you want to know”, or ask them in turn the same exact question. But thinking and planning ahead helps.
As a side note, dearest friends and family, you will get to meet her in due time. No rush. We have the rest of our lives to make your acquaintance. We are still in the incipient stages of this wonderful journey together.