Rather than writing a political or theoretical post today, I'm going to write a very personal one. One that many LGBT families can relate to.
I am a mom.
I wipe noses and change diapers.
I'm there for every middle-of-the-night feeding, every boo boo and tummy ache.
I play peekaboo and build sand castles.
I make every meal and snack.
I'm the first person they run to when hurt, scared or tired.
I sing nursery rhymes and play tag.
I nurture and care for traumatized children.
I am a mom.
I'm mama, I'm the primary caregiver. However, I am not a legal parent. My partner does, but I have no rights to my children.
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I've thought about writing that post too -- about how foster parents are in a unique position to understand. We are their mothers and we have no legal relationship at all.
Ick.
No rights.
Ick.
How wrong can wrong get?
That's so not right.
thank you for this poem.. i have a blog that i keep just for my private thoughts on finding our baby .. (my grrl and i are in a same sex relationship and are finding it hard to find our child).. insemination hasnt worked.. we cant adopt (we are in OZ).. and now our hopes rest with fostering/lond term guardianship.. but there are problems there also..
..but i believe our child is out there.. and will find its way to us.. thank you again for these words.. Mace
The times they are a changin', at least I certainly hope so. Basic civil rights are the rights of all people, not just most of them.
My heart goes out to you. Your children are lovely and are quite obviously meant to be exactly where they are.
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