“Small” Gifts…

Huh. I know I am not so in tune with the simple things in regards to sentimentality, or whatever this case was… but it seemed to mean enough for my mother. We were talking about my sister and her two-weeks of silence towards them. That led to her emotional abuse towards the family and all that loveliness.

Something was said that resulted in me responding, “I’m glad you adopted me.”

I guess that lightened her heart some. She had this sort of awe in her voice, not terribly obvious, but there. She said she never really heard than from any of my other siblings. It seems I am the first. That is pretty sad.

Oh… right… she was saying that maybe she should have been a stay home mom and not worked. She then told me how even after birthing my eldest brother she had to go right back to work though. She might have mentioned in there how my sister could have remained in the land of her birth.

Anyway, the problem with her staying home though is that if she had we never would have been adopted. I then told her I was glad I had been adopted into the family. Yeah, it certainly is not perfect, and earlier today I had shown resentment towards my sister, but I am overall happy that I was taken in here.

I’ve never really been curious about my birth origins. The most I have ever wanted to know is why I was put up for adoption, but I do not take for granted the parents I have now. I know I’ve had my share of bitching and complaining about some things when it came to the family, but that is just how it is with families no matter what kind of setting, I think.

Looking at other scenarios, I know I am pretty damn lucky to have wound up here. Plenty have parents aren’t even willing to try to understand them. Some don’t want to understand them. Others want nothing to do with their kids.

My mom probably knows better about such scenarios than me since she deals with people who had the worst sort of childhoods in this great old race of ours. I don’t hear likely even one percent of what she hears, but I know… I’m a lucky son of a gun. It is a shame my sister does not realize how lucky she is too.