As the photographers in my blog feed are so joyfully telling me, today is the first day of spring for us in the northern hemisphere. (I’ve only had one reader from south of the equator, so…neener.)
So, the days are now longer than the nights, my baby clover are doing well–and have invited friends! The starlings are starting to imitate not only cats and car alarms, but red-winged blackbirds and meadowlarks (or I’m actually hearing those heralds of spring), the days are bright and sunny and my nose won’t stop dripping. Yep, I think it’s spring.
I feel like a new woman. I actually managed to get to bed at a decent(ish) time last night, and didn’t take too long to fall asleep, then woke up at a decent(ish) time this morning.
I had a cousin mention on Facebook after last night’s post that she thought I’d do well at writing satire–which is kind of timely, because the catalyst for the post yesterday was a story idea I came up with that could be called satirical–but I still don’t know what the climax or ending of the story would be, and even satire needs drama to move the plot along.
Writing satire on the whole makes me a little nervous. I don’t like poking fun at people. (Except myself. And good friends and family members that I know will let me get away with it.) And, while I like to think I have a good sense of humor, it falls flat when I sit down to write something funny. But, if this story I’m thinking of actually gets beyond the planning stages, I might have to reconsider.
So, moving on…
When I was at my sister’s house retrieving my computer earlier this week, she got a text message from E’s birth mother. His birth father wants to meet him, so they are going to meet in a park today. This has caused more than a little bit of stress for the family–Mom is so freaked out by this prospect that she’s on her way to SLC so she can be a part of it too. I was offered the opportunity to go up, but decided that it really isn’t my place.
Under Utah state law, if a pregnant woman wants to place her child for adoption, the birth father has up to 24 hours after the birth to sign a paper saying that he wants custody of the child (plus the duration of the pregnancy). E’s birth father neglected to do that. He is legally Sis and the Bro-in-Law’s, even though the adoption won’t be official until May.
Because I’m a worrier, and tend to imagine the worst-case scenario, I’m imagining this guy running off with E. Mom (who is also a worrier, if a more pragmatic of one, although she denies it) is thinking about G–his birth mother wanted a closed adoption, and…how to put this delicately…if anyone ever came forward as his birth father, he would be arrested immediately. (Okay, so I suck at delicate.) Mom has always been a bit concerned that E’s adoption is open–Sis has contact with his birth mother almost daily, and she’s worried about what will happen to G if E has both a birth mother and a birth father in his life.
I’m trying to step back from the situation, but I’m not really comfortable with it. I understand the birth father wanting to see E, Sis thinks that he thought that E’s birth mother wouldn’t really go through with the adoption, and he hasn’t gotten over it. There’s also the practical side–it gives Sis and the Bro-in-Law a chance to get a medical history.
I’m just glad that it’s not my decision to make.
So, er, anyway, happy spring! I’m off to try to do some writing…