Ballet Concerto's Holiday Special. I'm talking to another mom, and the conversation goes something like this:
Me: Complain, complain, tired of rehearsals, kids exhausted, didn't get to bed until 2 hours past bedtime, no end in sight. . . .
She: My daughter loves this stuff, lives to perform, as a little girl she'd dance naked around the house. I had a friend who had a daughter who loved ballet and someone approached her and said she could get her daughter into a company if she'd attend her school for a year. But my friend didn't want to send her 16-year-old to a ballet boarding school, but now she kind of regrets not doing it. She had all kinds of trouble with her daughter, drugs, all the wrong men. And she became a stripper. Who knows, maybe it would have happened that way even if she'd gone to that school. After all, SHE WAS ADOPTED AND YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE THEY COME FROM.
Me: Stare in stunned disbelief, mouth hanging open.
This is a mom who has known me and the girls through ballet since Zoe was 3. She knows Zoe and Maya are adopted, because even if I hadn't told her so, any idiot would know it by looking at us! And THIS is her attitude toward adoption. And THIS is what she thinks is okay to share with me. Sigh.
Oh, and in the further meandering backtracking that followed, when she figured out that maybe this wasn't quite the right thing to say to me, she reveals that the adoptee-stripper is doing much better now. And that her parents named her LUCKY. Yes, her actual given name by her adoptive parents was LUCKY. Yeah, I actually took the trouble to explain to this lady why giving an adopted child the name LUCKY is all manner of wrong. Sigh.
And yes, that's Zoe in costume as a "Little Boo" (think a Who Down in Whoville) in the "Christmas Grump," er, what the heck, just call it "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas!" I certainly felt pretty Grinchy during that conversation this morning. And yes, this is all a thinly veiled excuse to post a cute picture of Zoe (except the conversation did actually happen. Sigh.).
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