Today, my parents are coming over for dinner.
Although they are aware I have met with my birth mother, I feel the need to let them know that my initial meeting is growing into so much more. I want them to know that a relationship is slowly building.
What is this relationship though? A friendship? It is certainly much more than that. Is it the relationship of a mother and son? No, it isn’t quite that. I guess it is a relationship that just defies description.
It is odd that I sometimes try to fit this relationship into a conventional format and other times I am comfortable letting it be what it is. I read about others trying to come to grips with defining the relationship. Birth mother, birth son, mother, son, adoptive this, adoptive that.
It is also odd that I have slipped on occasion. During a recent conversation with my birthmother, I referred to one of her children as her oldest son. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized my mistake. I guess I really would be her oldest son.
Pronunciation: ’s&n
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English sone, from Old English sunu; akin to Old High German sun son, Greek hyios
1 a : a human male offspring especially of human beings b : a male adopted child c : a human male descendant
It is fascinating that so many people, including myself, feel the need to define the relationship. Is it a basic human quality that we need to define?
When I sit with my parents, I guess I will be telling them that my initial meeting has grown into something completely and utterly un-definable. Wonderful, scary, and incredible.
November 3, 2006 at 4:09 pm
Hoping that dinner went very well.
Good thoughts.