tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post4512834480541863551..comments2024-03-27T20:48:39.389-04:00Comments on [Birth Mother] First Mother Forum: Remembering my mother on the anniversary of her deathLorraine Duskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-84520607581177889182013-05-04T11:37:53.382-04:002013-05-04T11:37:53.382-04:00Beautiful post Lorraine and loved the pics! Much ...Beautiful post Lorraine and loved the pics! Much love.Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01417272868972096826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-73509226654082060072013-05-02T15:33:20.399-04:002013-05-02T15:33:20.399-04:00Thank you for sharing this wonderful story of shar...Thank you for sharing this wonderful story of shared love and experience. It is great to have a relationship like that, to have a mother in your corner who supports you even though Algebra and Latin are not her thing. Beautiful. <br /><br />Yes, life is fleeting, too short to waste on petty disagreements, and lies, and mistrust. Sad that people do such things to each other. Adoption casts a long shadow, though. <br /><br />Much love to you, Lorraine. ms. marginaliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03854609171313401651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-67364968233066588132013-05-02T14:08:18.040-04:002013-05-02T14:08:18.040-04:00Robin: Oddly enough, I was just writing about that...Robin: Oddly enough, I was just writing about that aspect of her--how she never said, Don't do this, what will the XYZ think? My mother was even with me once when a TV reporter tried to scald me as the cameras rolled. Young blonde woman, a few years younger than me, or about the same age, in Windsor, Canada, across the river from Detroit, when Birthmark came out. I assumed the woman was either adopted or an adoptive mother. There was no way she was uninvolved. Or I suppose she could have been a mother who relinquished and wanted to convince herself that mothers had no rights to think about their children. The world is complex.Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-82490265219946527872013-05-02T12:20:56.453-04:002013-05-02T12:20:56.453-04:00What a lovely tribute to your mother. I have alway...What a lovely tribute to your mother. I have always liked and admired her because she accepted Jane and her great-grandchildren right away. She had the right values. Family is family, and should be there for one another no matter how they came to be. I love that she didn't get caught up in the pettiness and the stupidness of "what will the neighbors think."<br /><br />I think Jane resembles your mother more than she does you, Lorraine. It is so cool the way genes dance around and skip generations. I never thought I looked much like my n-mother, but I do see a resemblance with my maternal aunt and grandmother.<br /><br />Off Topic, but another update from my 'adoption is everywhere' file. I just read in People magazine a story about David Tutera, host of My Fair Wedding, and his husband. It seems they are divorcing after ten years of marriage but have twins on the way, via surrogate, who are due in July. These poor children, they aren't even born yet and they are already the subject of a messy custody battle. Of course, heterosexual couples of a biological baby-to-be could also divorce before the child's birth. But at least in that case, the child will know and be co-parented by his natural parents, rather than being carried by a surrogate for money and not necessarily having any biological relationship to his 'parents' at all.<br /><br />http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20696281,00.htmlRobinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-24072001331830210272013-05-02T07:07:28.298-04:002013-05-02T07:07:28.298-04:00Beautiful post, Lorraine. Beautiful post, Lorraine. Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01482620920809967073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-3277849257759119472013-05-01T21:25:33.949-04:002013-05-01T21:25:33.949-04:00I ended up loving gardenias myself.
But boy, thos...I ended up loving gardenias myself. <br />But boy, those gardenia bushes are picky picky and hard to keep alive in a regular house in the winter. <br />Lorraine Duskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285341379272250245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574300303008890516.post-13519152198211857232013-05-01T19:37:31.174-04:002013-05-01T19:37:31.174-04:00That is a nice tribute to your mom. She sounds lik...That is a nice tribute to your mom. She sounds like a great lady, one with with depths of understanding. I understand why you must why miss her. A loving accepting parent is a great resource of strength.<br /><br />Gardenias were my mothers favorite flowers too. It was a period thing I think.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com