I came across Brain, Child Magazine this summer. Someone sent me a link to an adoption article they published, and I was hooked. The article was a quality piece and I was challenged by what I read.
Today I received my first email newsletter and it included a link to this article. I think it’s important to read the author’s note before reading the article itself:
I recently held my first grandchild in my arms and looked at his mother—my daughter and the subject of this essay. Although we talk constantly, there is a point at which no words can convey what we have been through. My daughter is experiencing her own version of that incredible connection of mother to child. Seeing her as a strong, loving adult fills me with a hope that I want to pass on to other mothers with troubled children. With my daughter’s encouragement, I have submitted this essay for publication.
I’m not sure why I’m sharing this article. It’s a sad read. It’s not about abortion. It’s about a mom dealing with a reality she never thought she would have to face with and for her daughter. It ends on a hopeful note.
I take a deep breath and ask why. She fiddles with her hair and says she is tired of part-time, minimum wage jobs that require the intellectual capacity of a mentally challenged baboon. She says she has an obligation to strike a blow for Third Wave Feminism. She says she is morally responsible to use her sexuality as a weapon against the property owning capitalist powers that would subdue the proletariat. She says this is something she has to do—to feel in control. She says she doesn’t know why.
We’re living in such a broken world.
