I think I wrote about this last year. I don’t have the guts to say anything to my parents about it so it’s going to continue to happen as it has for the past 40 years and I’ll just talk about it here. Every freaking year if I have to.
I absolutely DETEST this is an actual holiday for my parents. I detest being sung “Happy Second Birthday To Youuuuu” every October 11th. I just detest it. It absolutely crushes what little credibility is given to the actual day of my birth.
What to do, what to do…..well, the term Gotcha Day makes me vomit a little in my mouth every time I hear it. I suppose something like We’re So Glad We Adopted You Day might be a better alternative.
It’s not like I don’t see the significance of the day I was adopted and I really don’t have a problem honoring that fact. Even though it is rather contradictory for me to celebrate something that brings me as much loss as it does gain. But the method………come ON!!! And don’t go throwing the “It’s because they love you” line at me. I KNOW they love me. But PLEASE it’s a simple matter of respect. October 11th is NOT my birthday. I am not born again although there are many who would like to see me as such. For the love of God, why is this so complicated?
Mom and Dad,
I have a birthday and I have the day I was adopted. Neither day makes me quiver with joy to be truthful but if you would like to honor the day I was adopted I think that might be a lovely thing to do. Let’s TALK about how how I would like to acknowledge it though. Because it’s just so tiring to pretend.