Adoption Poem

My Own by Fleur Conkling Heyliger is probably one of the most famous of all the adoption poems. I also think it happens to be one of the most used adoption poems on adoptive parents profiles. It has appeared on both of our profiles!

Today, I was reminded of this poem when I received Ava’s mid-term school report. Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone … and then I wanted to add a line … not genetics of my genetics, but I suck at writing poems so I’ll live that to the true poets.

She is miraculously our own but she is excelling in area’s that remind me of how very different she is to me.

Her report states that she has excellent hand eye co-ordination, she can hit a golf ball with a golf club for goodness sake! The only thing I can use to hit a ball is my face! She apparently has very well developed gross motor skills, unlike me, when I started school when I was five, I was swiftly moved to the remedial class after failing the highly developed hop-on-one-leg-test, I kid you not!

Her report states that she is a lively and a popular child and while the youngest in her class, she usually has everyone’s full attention and a parade of followers in the playground. I, on the other hand, was painfully shy and had very few friends at such a young age. The thought of having to speak to anyone, let alone raise my hand and speak in class was enough to send me to bed with a spastic colon or unable to poop for days. I cried every day before school because I didn’t want to go, Ava cries only on the days when she can’t go to school!

Ava is apparently very chatty and happy to talk in front of the class and participate fully in class discussions. She also has a well developed sense of humor and LOVES to tease!  She is confident but this has lead to her dishing out smacks at school. Lord, I died a thousand times when I read that, at the age of 5 I was so lacking in self confidence I could barely tell anyone my name or ask to join their game, never mind smack them into submission!

I could go on and on about the glaring polar opposites that are my child and I but I will say this:

Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone and thank **** not my genetics either! But still miraculously my own!

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