A Follow-Up Sunday, Jul 13 2008 

I was telling my husband about my post and all of the reading I had done.  He did remind me of the fact that he asked for extra time that she very quickly relinquished.  Additionally, despite having webchats 3 times a week and that both husband and I keep her informed of his life down here with stories and pictures, she has not pursued a lot of contact and connection with her son.  And that I find weird.  It is all true.  She’s a very different mother.  I’m not suggesting she doesn’t love nor miss her son, but I don’t think it is to the extent that many moms would.  So, she either trusts me and her ex completely (highly doubtful), she has us under some kind of surveillance we are unaware of, or she is just a very different woman and mother and I truly can’t relate.

So Much Drama Sunday, Jul 13 2008 

I’ve been visiting other stepparenting blogs reading with some fascination the dialogue that occurs in the comment section.  Stepmoms, birthmoms, both stepmoms and birthmoms, stepmoms without children of their own, stepmoms with children of their own all commenting back and forth about their individual situations.  Each situation IS 100% unique.  As someone pointed out in one comment, there is always consistently one party this is more difficult.  In some cases it is the stepmom; in others it is the birthmom or the ex.  And really, let’s be honest, sometimes it is all of the parties.

Nothing brings out more emotions than talking about natural parents vs. the “unchosen” (aka stepparents).  Let me give some background.  I am adopted.  I was adopted when i was a month old in a private adoption through an agency at a time when state courts felt it best to send a baby along to her new parents with absolutely zero information about where she came from.  EVERYONE is a product of nature and nurture.  Denying a child knowledge of both is a dreadful misdeed.  I grew up with the best parents a child could want.  I love them.  They are my Mom and Dad.

However, as i think is only natural, I wanted to find out about my nature side.  Despite the fact my Mom understands me, I am not like her.  I have her habits, have chosen to adopt many of her values and beliefs, but there are sides to me that she cannot understand by virtue of the fact, we do not share genetics.  For some crazy reason, adopted parents think that this means their adopted child loves them less, thinks less of them or is rejecting them.  Nothing could be farther from the truth.  I simply wanted to complete the picture of my identity.  And through finding my birthmother and getting to know her, have done more of that.  I am at a level of understanding with myself that has significantly helped me become a better person.

Now, here I am an adoptee, an eating disorder survivor, a divorcee, a 2nd wife, a stepmother and a mother.  All of these titles make me who I am right now and each has given me compassion and empathy towards each part.  As an adoptee, frankly my heart goes out to myself and to my parents.  Despite the fact that I am their child, they have to have looked at me sometimes as they were raising me wondering where on earth I came from and what parts of me coming out were from her, my birthmom?  There are days I look at my stepson (who is now almost 4) and I am beyond frustrated by behaviors that I do not understand, that are in no way part of my husband so I can only assume come from her, his birthmom.  And then I pray for God to give me love that I can give back to him because some days I simply don’t have it in me.  As a divorced person (with no children with my ex), I sympathize with both my husband and his ex for having to deal with each other every day for at least another 14 years.  I would lose my mind if I had to speak with my ex all of the time.  The few times I have had to email mine over loose financial ends, I have been irritated and basically evil all day over the communication.  At least there will be a point where I never hear from him again and vice versa.  For my husband and his ex, that day will only come when one passes away.  As a new mother, I have grown in compassion for my stepson’s mother.  He is living with us for 3 months this summer.  I would go out of my mind if I had to send my son away for 3 months!  As a 2nd wife though, I counter that with the fact that my husband’s ex moved their child away 9 hours so he is without him for 9 months out of the year.

There are so many emotions on every side.  There is no way to even go through them.  Each side has their own perspective and beliefs.  Each side has their own anger, frustrations and hurt.  Each side always feels more justified in those feelings.  So what is the modern family to do?  We all know the statistics.  Divorce isn’t going to go away.  Stepfamilies, step-siblings, exes, new wives, new husbands, etc… is becoming the norm.  “Crazy” ex-wives, deadbeat dads and evil stepmothers are here to stay (all of those titles are tongue in cheek).  Knowing this, how do we all get along?  How does each side wade through all of the advice given and decide what’s right for their individual situation?  How do we foster respect?

I don’t know the answers to any of my questions and musings.  There are days I find myself wholly sympathizing with my husband’s ex and I want to extend the olive branch and other days I want to drive 9 hours so I can personally deliver a hard slap across her face.  Some days I want to love all over my stepson and be supermom and other days I can’t wait for the end of August.

I’m rambling at this point.  Anyone with any comments, feel free to post.  No judgments from me.  I’m a student of human behavior and interaction.  Even if I don’t agree with you or your situation is different, I’m still interested in anything that anyone has to say.

Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn…Sigh Sunday, Jul 13 2008 

Before I write this post, let me just say, I love social networking. I’ve had much joy finding and reconnecting with friends from the past over the last few years. I first signed up for MySpace. Then I discovered Facebook. Now I use LinkedIn. The problem with all of these social networks is the fact that I feel like I am announcing my life over them without any real connection to 3/4 of the people on my “friends lists.”

Take LinkedIn for example. It is primarily used for business networking. Between college, my initial work experience and where I am now, I’ve had three last names. My maiden name, my first married name and the name I have now. I was one of the first to get married (and I graduated a year early) and then I moved to an entirely different part of the company. The first job I had, I was already married so I was only known by my first married name. Then at my current job, people got to know my first married name and are still trying to get used to the new married name…especially since I kept so much of everything so hush hush.

In my excitement of trying to reconnect, I forget all of this and I just send out invites like crazy. Now I’m getting emails out of the blue saying, “I saw your last name change on Facebook. What’s going on?” or “I thought you and <ex-husband’s name> got married, what’s with the new last name?” “What happened to you and <ex>???” And then the best one…”Do I know you?” or “I almost didn’t realize who you were until I saw the picture.” *sigh*

Reconnecting has come with a price.  During my move and subsequent depression, battle with the ED and marriage spiraling down hill, I lost contact with a lot of people.  In my reconnecting excitement, I forgot how little people knew about me.  I am still finding myself telling my story over and over again.  I’m essentially having to re-live my last 3 years.  Announcing my life over such mediums has been good and bad.  To preserve some privacy, I’ve left off the fact that I had a baby with my new husband.  My ex doesn’t know (at least to my knowledge…he just found out I got remarried) and I’d like to keep it that way for awhile.

I’ve been struggling with the invasion of privacy that comes with these sites.  I’m struggling with invasion of privacy period.  No part of my life is sacred.  If it’s not my son being flashed on screen to his big brother (my stepson) so his mother can see it, it is the endless questions over my new last name or getting nasty text messages from my ex railing about how he can’t believe I got remarried and how dare I not warn him.  The age of information.

I digress.  Love reconnecting.  Mourning my loss of privacy and knowledge share on my terms.  End of story.