It’s amazing to me how the connotation of simple words can evoke so many feelings and opinions. The whole wording affair is compounded in confusion when you roll in the concept of political correctness.
It’s nice that as a people we’re becoming more educated and aware of our language and choice of wording, generally speaking. The whole concept of being politically correct came about in an effort to encourage neutrality and inclusion in speech. I like that. I don’t like when the concept runs a muck and is taken to extremes, which seems to happen far too often.
But with all this said, there are some very important basic words that imply a great deal that ought not to be dismissed. One of these words is “real.” This little word has a deep and profound meaning and it should be used with care.
This morning my daughter said, “Mom I need you to help me explain to my friends again that you really are my REAL mom.”
The word real in front of mom has a powerful impact. Yes, I’m an adoptive parent, but I am very much a real parent. My road to becoming a mother wasn’t the traditional one but it was no less legitimate fraught with very real fears, pains, uncertainty and joy. It wasn’t thrust on me. It was my choice, something I decided I wanted to do. In the beginning it was mostly about me and my wants to become a mother. But it only took a New York minute to figure out when we adopted our daughter that it was anything but about me! It has been the most amazing and wonderful experience of my life. So naturally, I get a little defensive when someone tells me that what I am and what I’ve experienced isn’t real.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t get offended when people ask me who my daughter’s real mom is. I simply reply that that would be me and it sounds like they are asking who her biological mom is. The gentle redirect and education are usually all it takes to bring about respect and clarity. But I have to admit it always surprises me a little when they ask things like that. I mean, they don’t know her, it has no impact on their relationship with my daughter and they have no need to know that personal information. I’ve had it easy compared to many adoptive moms out there because my kids look and act so much like me that unless someone already knows they would never guess or just ask about their adoptions. In fact, it only came up again recently because my daughter introduced her birthmom to her friends this past week when she was visiting us. It brought her discussions and answers about being adopted into a new and tangible light. But for any adoptive parent this “real” concept is at the top of the list of wishes for a more understanding and accepting world.
You see, one of the biggest misconceptions out there is that adoptive parents are not a child’s real parents. This is frustrating at multiple levels. I mean, first the very word denotes that if I’m not real I must be fake, or virtual as well as my entire experience as a parent. That’s a bit demeaning by itself. But worse is how it sends the message that an adoptive parent is second rate or they are somehow temporary or substituting in their role as parent. This would make anyone feel uncomfortable and a bit defensive, but when you consider how much the adoptive parent gives to both make an adoption happen and further commits to the lifetime care and love of a child, well you can see why it’s a big deal.
So to my daughter’s friends I share yet again that I am in every wit my daughter’s REAL mom. She knows it, I know it and I hope one day you’ll finally know it for yourselves too. I’ve said it before, but just like a legalized piece of paper and service performed by the right person can make your mom and dad a husband and wife, the same process can make me my daughter’s mom - legally, binding and very much for real. It makes us as related as a family as your parents the day they got married. And any mom out there knows she’s a real mom the first time she stays up all night with a sick child and every time she wipes away a tear, sheds a tear and helps that child learn and grow. And that my friends is far more important than any legal element. Oh yes, it’s very real.
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