National Adoption Day

Today is national Adoption Day, a day set aside for families to finalize adoptions. Judges and court reporters and everyone else volunteers to do this job on this day.

It is a great day for families across this nation, children get their hopes of a family to belong to, parents get to become, well parents, with no fear of their children being taken away from them.

As everyone knows, I am adopted, to me this day speaks to me especially. I have an unique perspective on adoption, I was adopted and I gave a child up for adoption.

My adoption was by family, I chose strangers to give my child to, for incredibly selfish reasons. You see there was no way I could emotionally see my child at family reunions, get togethers, funerals, weddings, whatever.

There would have been no way I could have done it, it was selfish on my part. Me being adopted was the best day ever, me handing my child over, one of the worst.

And best, I knew it was the best decision I could have made for her. For her betterment, it was selfish to give her to strangers, but it was for her benefit to give her to people who could care for her financially and emotionally.

I celebrate this day, for the people who, for whatever reason, decide to adopt. You are heroes to these children, but I also celebrate the women that realize they cannot raise their own children.

If women were celebrated for recognizing their own heroism in giving children to people who can care for them the world would be a much better place. Instead we are shamed, it is shameful to talk about giving a child to adults who want to and are ready to become parents.

For decades girls and young women who became pregnant outside of marriage were shipped off to homes for girls like that. Girls that happened to had to be bad, right? So they were hidden, and after the baby was gone, it was never discussed again. It was something to be hidden and it was something to be ashamed of.

Think about it, to this day no one talks about these women, the ones that carry the children, nurture them in their bodies and then hand them over to someone else to raise.

It is an unselfish act, it is an act of complete surrender, you see, for the most part, we are not party girls. We are not reckless, we just got caught doing what everyone else was doing. Some girls were forced and the children are the result of that tragedy.

All in all, we are emotionally, financially and mentally not ready to raise a child, so we give them to people that can.

This is what we should be celebrating, in all of the talk of actresses holding parties to celebrate abortions, this is what we should really be celebrating.

Women who make the sacrifice of carrying a child they know will never be theirs. The ones that give their children to others to raise. We made the sacrifice of our bodies, they will never be the same. We made the sacrifice of our souls and hearts, because part of them will always be missing.

So on National Adoption Day, I celebrate you, the women who made it possible for people to adopt.

Any questions, comments or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.

Crazy Cat Lady in the Making

I am going to say the one thing that women my age are not supposed to say. It will be shocking in nature, not for the faint of heart. If you are feeling weak, don’t look, just back away slowly and get more coffee, because that is what will be needed for what comes next.

I love my cat, he is furry, fun and evil, cantankerous and grouchy and loving. All wrapped into one, I am so happy I decided to take him into my home.

I think I’ve told this story before, how Fat Catstard (aka Ronald) came to live with me.

My oldest son, Jeffrey, was looking to re-home his cat, Ronald. He had two cats and a dog and was selling his home and would be living elsewhere until he built his new home. That many pets was too many for him to responsibly take care of while all of that was going on.

He asked if Ronald could stay with me until he found somewhere else for him to live. I agreed, after a week I called him and said I’m keeping the cat. He laughed and said I thought you might say that.

So Ronald became a permanent part of my household. I call him Fat Catstard because I really believe he is an evil genius. He made me fall in love with him, and he bites, and wakes me up at 2am meowing to the wall. I also believe he is my protector. He is a better watch dog, most certainly, than a Husky. That Husky would allow a burglar in and show them all the good stuff then say here’s the treats, I need you to pay me now.

Fat Catstard on the other hand would attack a stranger and get them out of the house.

So, I love my cat, I am on my way to becoming the old spinster woman with 50 cats. It’s all good though, I’m ready for it. Not the 50 cats, that is a total exaggeration, but I’m ready to be the crazy old lady, I mean I have the crazy part down, crazy in a fun way, not scary. Unless you get on my bad side, then it is so very scary.

Just ask some Plano ISD teachers, they have been on the receiving end of some of that kind of crazy.

Other than that, I think I will stick with the one cat for now, I think he likes being the king of the household.

He is a very funny cat, he likes to take a morning constitutional before I go to work. I have to make sure he is in before I leave, he is pretty sneaky. I have learned to wait to put his food out until I am ready to leave. That way he makes sure he is inside, he will not skip a meal. There is a reason he has earned the first part of his name.

His belly used to drag the ground, I am happy to report it no longer does. Thanks to food portions and diet food, he is happy with me, I believe. I don’t know though, sometimes he does bite, a lot. Of course it could do with the fact I intentionally irritate him at times. We have a good relationship, he and I, he claims the whole house as his.

So, that is my secret, the one thing women my age are not supposed to admit for fear of being labeled a crazy cat lady.

Any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.

Happy Birthday Tammi

Today is my best friend’s birthday, let’s all take a moment to tell Tammi happy birthday.

I would like to tell you about my best friend, we have been friends since we met at the ripe old age of 13 years old. On a dusty, dirt road in the great city of Owasso, Oklahoma. We have been through thick and thin together, it was immediate friendship.

We bonded over two city girls stuck in the country, she grew up in Tulsa and I grew up in Oklahoma City.

That country road led us to different paths in life, but the friendship was always there. We only had one serious falling out and that was quickly put to rest.

We may not talk every day, but when we do we pick up exactly where we left off. If she needed me I would drop everything to talk to her or listen, I know she would do the same for me.

We may live in different states, but she is still my best friend, the one that I call or text when I have something good to tell. The one that knows literally everything about me and is totally non-judgmental. The one that will jerk a knot in my tail when I need that as well.

So today, on the day of her birth, I celebrate her, her generous heart, her amazing sense of humor and her loyalty.

Happy Birthday Tammi, may God continue to bless your life in tremendous ways.

It’s been a long friendship and it will only become longer as the years go by. I hope your Birthday month is filled with amazement, awesomeness and total greatness!

Thank You

I come from a long line of American patriots, a long line of people who have fought for not only the Independence of this country, but the continued Independence of this country.

Veterans Day in the United States of America is set aside to honor veterans. A veteran is a person who has served and is no longer serving in the armed services.

I don’t have adequate words to express how grateful I am to those men and women who have served this great country in that capacity.

Your bravery, fortitude and sacrifices are not repayable. They are priceless in nature, the selflessness that goes with service is immeasurable.

On our day of remembering and honoring all that you have given so we can enjoy freedom is only a drop in a very large bucket.

So many came home with invisible wounds, those can be the hardest to heal. My brother who was in the Navy during Vietnam had those wounds and scars. He carried them throughout his life.

When you see someone that is clearly a veteran please say thank you and I’m with you.

I stand with you, honor you and humbly thank you for all that you have done for me and my progeny. So we may live a life of freedom in our land of a Constitutional Republic.

My heart swells with pride every time I hear our national anthem, I tear up think of our brave soldiers in every corner of this earth.

May God bless you and keep you all.

Adoption Scare

Mark Wahlberg has a new movie that is coming out next week, Instant Family. It is about a couple that want to adopt and end up with three older children from foster care.

I will be going to see this movie, I hope it encourages people who want to adopt to go through the foster system and look at older children.

I was one of those older children, I wasn’t in the foster system, but I really was unadoptable by the world’s standard. Most people want babies, they want a child they can raise from infancy to adulthood. Typically older children have been through a pretty rough life and are harder to handle. It takes special people to take on this responsibility.

Older children also live with constant fear that they will be sent back if they are too difficult, which is hard to avoid in teenage years.

Usually there is a pivotal moment when the child realizes no matter what happens they have found their home.

I remember what mine was vividly, it wasn’t too long after I came to live with my parents. About 6 months in, I was sitting in class and someone came and said I was wanted in the Principals office. the whole class said ooooooohhh, of course, I was confused, I didn’t remember doing anything.

I went in and there was the Principal and my birth mother and my oldest birth brother and his wife. I just stood there, I thought oh they just called these people and didn’t want to see me again.

I just knew my life was over, it really would have been, these were not good people.

Unbeknownst to me, the principal had called my parents and the chief of police in Owasso. I wish I could remember his name, because he was incredible.

Just when June (birth mother) was telling me they had come for me, my parents burst through the door.

I instantly knew I was safe, my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her. I knew right then I wasn’t going anywhere and they were not giving me up. My dad proceeded to just speak to June telling her that she had signed the adoption papers (before that I didn’t know that had happened and they were taking legal steps to make me theirs). He told her for once in her life do the right thing for one of her children.

Birth brothers wife then spoke up and she was talking to me and said we have your room ready, it’s your favorite color, yellow.

Yellow! My mom exclaimed, that shows you don’t know her at all, her favorite color is deep red. About that time the chief of police shows up, if any of my Owasso friends read this, please tell me his name.

He took one look at what was going on, he was good friends with my dad and already knew the story of me. He told those people, you have thirty minutes to get out of Owasso. If you ever come back to my town I will not need a reason to arrest you, I will just do it. Do not stop for gas, food or anything else until you hit Tulsa.

They left that day and that was the last time I ever saw birth brother. From what I have heard he is in prison now for multiple crimes. I saw June once more at my grandmother’s funeral.

But in that moment I knew I wasn’t going anywhere and I could be myself. I could fully be Angie and they wouldn’t want to get rid of me.

Adopting an older child is in a way a lot more work than starting with an infant, but it changes that child for the better.

I have said it before, I very literally don’t know what would have happened to me if my parents hadn’t adopted me. I will be going to see the movie and I am positive I am going to cry.

Any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to angie@angieworld.com

Voting

I voted today. Its not a day I typically vote, I’m not super keen on voting early. I actually enjoy the voting on the first Tuesday of November process.

But these days voting has become divisive if you don’t vote the way people think you should.

I don’t take voting lightly, you see I possess this ability, it’s called reading, I know what women went through so I could have a say in the way my country is ran.

It is not only our civic duty, it is our responsibility as an American citizen to cast our ballot. It is our, the regular people, opportunity to be heard.

I grew up in a household that took voting seriously, one simply did not walk in blindly on Election Day. No, that would have been completely unacceptable. My dad taught me to educate myself on the issues and the candidates. He never once insinuated his preferences onto me.

To this day I have no idea who my parents voted for, with the exception of Franklin Roosevelt. I know my mom voted for him. She told me, when I called her sobbing at Ronald Reagan’s exit speech.

I digress, I opted to vote early this time due to extraneous events in our nation. I didn’t want to take the chance on Election Day of not being able to get to a polling place.

I still remember the first time I ever voted. It was 1984, it was a presidential election year. I did my research, I watched the debates, I was more than ready.

I went to the fire station in Owasso, I took a book with me. The lines were long, but I didn’t read, instead I talked to those around me. I was so excited I was telling everyone this was my first time. No one tried to influence my vote, or even asked me who I was voting for. It was just perfect, I walked into the booth, yes, it was an actual voting booth, I took a deep breath and made my very first declaration into adulthood.

You see I didn’t feel like a real adult until I voted for the first time. I’ve always loved the process, until now. I try (see what I did there) not to push my political beliefs on to others. I try not to be obnoxious about what I see as right and wrong. Others cannot say the same.

So today I voted, early, I need to be heard.

As usual any comment, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.