Paul is dead
Apr 22, 2005 Parenting
Did you ever play any of your vinyl records backwards? I don’t think I did but I do remember that one of my boyfriends had a tape of Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones. He taped it off his big sister’s album but when he put it in his player it would only play backwards. That freaked us out deliciously.
Here is a tidbit of “Paul is dead” about Noah and Madison.
Both of them were due on a Sunday.
Both of them arrived the Tuesday before at 5:15am (PST and EST respectively).
Cue Twilight Zone music.
OK, ok, I know this doesn’t mean anything but my social worker told me that adoptive parents all find these lovely little coincidences and run with them. It’s a good thing, she told me.
Grandparents do this, too, apparently. My mother keeps pointing out that Madison has my hair, although she doesn’t. And then she watched this incident:
Madison toddles towards me with something in her fist.
She flashes the something, demonstrating it’s a piece of paper that she knows she must not eat.
I say, “Please give that to Mommy, Madison.”
She looks at me, looks at her fist, looks at me and slowly lifts her hand up to give me the paper, then quickly reverses and shoves it into her mouth all but chortling with glee.
My mother, dryly: “If I didn’t know she was adopted, I would swear that she was you all over again.”
I have to get some work done. I’m planning on having a date with Eve and Becca tomorrow to watch Ayelet on Oprah. (My sister taped it.)
April 22nd, 2005 at 12:50 pm
Dawn this is what my seminar paper was about. I swear this summer I will dig up the paper and find all the research for you. I would really resonate with you I think. Adoptive families look for “mystical” connections all the time. And we find them.
Here are ours-
Mallory was born on my birthday.
Keith and Bert rode the same kind of obscure bike and had the same glasses and were reading the same books.
We were told we were “chosen” on the 6th anniv. of the day we met, the 5th anniv of our wedding and 3 years to the day we found out we were pregnant for the first time.
When Mason’s bmom became pregnant, we all knew it wasn’t a good thing. I told my best friend then, “One day I will end up raising that baby.”
When he was born they were going to name him something I couldn’t stand. I kept it to myself, he wasn’t my kid. They changed their mind and named him Mason. Mason was the name Bert and I had for a boy on every pg we lost, but we never told anybody.
April 22nd, 2005 at 1:58 pm
Oh, the coincidences!
We had some finacial issues; a bank who had promised money backed out at the last minute, so we were unable to accept our first referral. (Heartbreaking, but we wouldn’t have our Hannah if that hadn’t happened.) We got the money together and re-activated our dossier on August 28. Hannah was born on August 29. That’s really the big one for us. We received her information the day before my father-in-law’s birthday, and received an additional picture on my birthday. We traveled to get her over Valentine’s day.
I still browse photolistings (even though I know they’re evil), and sometimes when I see a baby who was born on my birthday, or one who has my father’s name, I’ll think, “Is this meant to be? Should we adopt this one?” Not that we have the money for another adoption anyway, but I wish we did.
April 23rd, 2005 at 3:28 pm
We brought Nat home on the 3rd anniversary of meeting for the first time.
Her middle name is a family name her birthmother chose and it’s my mother’s and grandmother’s name, too.
Her birthmother and I both got yelled at in childhood for reading too much and exhorted to go outside and play “like a normal kid.”
Those are a few of ours.
This is fun!
: )