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I met a friend for lunch the other day and we talked about life and how particularly with a child it is like ground hog’s day, where every day the same things have to occur or else – such as making food, getting them dressed, getting them to sleep. I saw another friend who said sometimes she feels numb to everything a lot of times and then turned and said, “What is that?”

I don’t know, but I do know. I was speaking randomly to a mother who was watching her children, who told me she had been adopted and she had lots of friends who were adopted and that she had a theory that adopted children have unique qualities all their own – the girls are promiscuous and the boys during adolescence have self-loathing. At the same time she could have easily said, “The sun comes up every morning for adopted children.”

I just wonder why it is that there is this, hey, psst, over here, got a minute, let me tell you something and most of the time, I’m left scratching my head wondering is that all there is?

I try on a regular basis not to let life numb me – and I have reason enough to want to numb myself through drinking and such recreation, but in the end, it gets me no where. I like that I don’t believe my child has to grow up fitting any stereotype, or that my life has to conform to anyone’s idea of normal. That makes me numb.

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