So on VH1 last night, on a series tediously titled "RockDocs," they had a one-hour documentary about Darryl McDaniels ("DMC") searching for his birth mother.
Didn't know he was adopted? Neither did he, until he was thirty-five.
I'm thinking stories like this may be why people demand to know how I could give my daughter up for adoption. I mean, the only reason the man found out was that he was writing his autobiography and asked his parents for information about his birth. That's just not right.
It wasn't an easy decision, but I'm still convinced it's the right decision. (In no small part because the wretched child is in the Bahamas again as we speak, on her mom and dad's boat. Spoiled thing!) I gave my daughter to bright, warm, loving people who let me see her as schedules permit. I may joke about how spoiled she is--I do joke about how spoiled she is--but she really isn't, not in the sense people mean. After all, she was saying "thank you" before she was two. She, too, is bright, warm, and loving. She's always happy to hear from me, and what's more, she's safe, fed, and happy.
I just think it's wrong to keep such important information about a kid secret. She knows exactly who I am and always has, and she's better off that way. She's never going to be sitting in a private investigator's office trying to find my name. It doesn't matter that certain of her records have been sealed since a few days after she was born; the people who know the information on them are all still part of her life.
And that's the thing--those records, including the birth certificate with my name on it, are still sealed. The only birth certificate she can get is the new one, with her mom and dad's information. I can't have 'em unsealed. She can't. Her mom and dad can't. Despite the fact that we're in frequent contact, the state still considers us one another's ugly, shameful secret. That'll scar you, huh?
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"