I study folklore.
I still can't figure out how to explain to people what that is. It is more than Brother's Grimm stories but less than everything.
I'm taking a creative writing and folklore class right now, and I have found a new love of story telling. I found myself one day, sitting in class, listening to all my classmates tell stories. I was interested by the fact that one girl's dad ran away from home when he was like 11 and spent a year or so living in a swamp in Texas, and I loved the story about another girl's grandparents' courtship--they were set up because they were a similar height, and then ended up stuck at a martini bar because of a hurricane for a day, and then got married :) When it came to my turn, I found myself telling everyone how I was adopted.
"Wow!"
"Really?!"
"I didn't know you were adopted!"
Those are the typical responses. And then silence from the class. I think they were waiting for me to spill my guts about how unfulfilled my life is because I don't know my 'real' parents, and how I have had to pull through an extreme identity crisis to become the somewhat normal student that I am. However, I had no such stories for them.
I have a mom. And she will forever be my mom. My dad will forever be my dad. I am grateful that my birthmother decided that Emily and I should go to a home with a mom and a dad.
And I think they thought my story was boring.
I, however, do not. That's all.
I still can't figure out how to explain to people what that is. It is more than Brother's Grimm stories but less than everything.
I'm taking a creative writing and folklore class right now, and I have found a new love of story telling. I found myself one day, sitting in class, listening to all my classmates tell stories. I was interested by the fact that one girl's dad ran away from home when he was like 11 and spent a year or so living in a swamp in Texas, and I loved the story about another girl's grandparents' courtship--they were set up because they were a similar height, and then ended up stuck at a martini bar because of a hurricane for a day, and then got married :) When it came to my turn, I found myself telling everyone how I was adopted.
"Wow!"
"Really?!"
"I didn't know you were adopted!"
Those are the typical responses. And then silence from the class. I think they were waiting for me to spill my guts about how unfulfilled my life is because I don't know my 'real' parents, and how I have had to pull through an extreme identity crisis to become the somewhat normal student that I am. However, I had no such stories for them.
I have a mom. And she will forever be my mom. My dad will forever be my dad. I am grateful that my birthmother decided that Emily and I should go to a home with a mom and a dad.
And I think they thought my story was boring.
I, however, do not. That's all.
I think you are super duper marvelously completely awesomely ... lucky. Or blessed to have both a wonderful mom and dad plus a great twin sister, one that you truly love and enjoy. Next time tell a story about you and Emily.
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