Well, its out of the bag – Oprah has a half sister. Her mother gave birth to a girl and gave her up for adoption. I say gave her up for adoption because in those days, she left the baby behind in the hospital and had no idea where she went. The details are here. What struck me was that the sister said her kids had prompted her to investigate her origins. She had no idea that they didn’t feel complete either and that had never occurred to her because she thought well, she was there for them. Of course, I thought of the Precious and wondered about how his adoption will impact his life. I’ve been reading recent posts about open adoption and imagined his birth mother meeting him for the first time. How old will he be? What will it be like? What happens if she asks to meet him sooner rather than later? What about his birth father? Will he be around?
And speaking of celebrities and adoption, did you catch Oprah’s show with Ricky Martin? Oprah asked him what he would tell his twin boys (whom he had via surrogate) about their biological mother. He said the surrogate didn’t want an open relationship and that he would be both mum and dad to them. Actually what I don’t think they mentioned is that he used an egg donor and then transferred the embryo into the surrogate/gestational mother. Hate to have to explain that to a 4 year old (I don’t think Ricky is thinking that far ahead), but I suppose I’m going to have to my hands full when the Precious figures out he’s a little darker than daddy. I’m sure other people will point it out to him anyway.
Which brings me to this post from Single Dad Laughing. “How much did your kid cost?” was the question to him in FRONT OF HIS KID! Yep, I’ve had that question asked several times already. The answer depends on who’s asking and how the question is actually asked. Usually someone might say Oh, that must have been expensive to get him as a newborn and I go, yup. And then I say, but I could have gotten a Filipino baby for a third of the price! And then I change the subject. Cause that’s how I roll, ladies and gentlemen. Other times, I say, that’s inappropriate and look them dead in the eyes. That look, by the way, can stop a freight train. The foolhardy might press on, but eventually they smell their hair burning and they stop.
Mmmm, interesting – thoughts, comments?