I imagine if both of my moms called me occasionally, if my kids could know that they are loved by both sets of my parents (my parents and my birthparents), if my family could feel the extensions that are real to us–both trees with many branches. My mind is frazzled right now . . . frazzled by secrets, frustration, damage that has been to me and those around me because of this painful denial.
What do I want? To be recognized as having two family trees, and to be welcomed into both. (Ironically, my adoptive family just does . . . I am theirs and they are mine. Even as I write this, you must understand–that for an adoptee, to claim such firm ground is unsettling. I fear that I could lose this ground/tire them/make them weary of me.) I understand (I think) that a reunion which includes dialogue/building of relationships with birthfamily members does not flow easily; however, being shut out is the worst possible scenario to me. Anything would be better than nothing?