Operation Biological Information

Common knowledge amongst my inner circle is the fact that I was adopted at birth.  It’s certainly no secret but I don’t mention it unless the topic arises in conversation, mainly because I don’t give it much thought.  I can’t recall a particular moment where my parents revealed this to me but I do know they informed me at a very early age.  Whereas some children might have developed a complex, feeling unwanted or abandoned or what have you, I developed a sense of pride and an overinflated ego.  I was adopted!  Other parents were resigned to whatever plopped out whereas I was chosen.  Visions of a Walmart-esque baby factory– with a giant spotlight shining down on my crib– danced in my head.  Being the only child and the only girl on the Lowe side only spoiled me further.

This lady was adopted.

This lady was adopted.

Despite earning the chosen distinction, I went about business as usual throughout my childhood.  Whenever the topic of my adoption came up, some inquiring mind asked the usual questions, others responded with relative indifference.  I’ll never forget an afternoon at my friend Mary Elizabeth’s house when I was eleven.  Her younger sisters, twins, found out I was adopted and treated me like a celebrity.  They bowed at my feet, asked for my autograph, and all but rolled out the red carpet.  Definitely not the typical reaction, but amusing nonetheless.

These two deserve to know their medical history.

These two deserve to know their medical history.

My parents– I have never and will never use the term ‘adoptive parents’– are incredible.  When I was younger I worried that I would somehow make them feel inadequate if I expressed curiosity about the biologicals.  They assured me this wasn’t the case and would do whatever they could to assist me in my search and support me every step of the way.  However, I never considered actually trying said search until I had children of my own.  I felt they had a right to know their medical history….and that’s what got the ball rolling in my mind.

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Bonus points if the biologicals have copious amounts of one or more of these.

Two times in the past seven years I’ve initiated the process to obtain my adoption records but was unable to continue.  Recent epiphanies in my life led me to believe that the third time was the charm.   I put my request in writing and asked for any available information, particularly medical records, that might shed some light on my biological origins.

My 'redacted' correspondence

My ‘redacted’ correspondence

This is the letter I received from Nashville yesterday.  In true Sloane fashion I accidentally sent them the copy of my letter [as opposed to the original] so they politely informed me that they needed my actual signature.  Oops.  I signed it multiple times and dropped it in the mail this morning.

Your guess is as good as mine regarding the outcome of Operation Biological Information.  But I do know one thing:  I’ll share every step of the journey here.  Whether or not I discover anything it will at least make for some interesting blogging.  ;)

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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“You must strive to find your own voice.  Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.” ~ Dead Poets Society

familyOne of these days I’ll get around to that massive blog update I’ve outlined in my head.  Today is not that day.

So much has happened that I don’t even know where to begin.  I’ve uttered those words a million times before– but this time I’m truly overwhelmed.  The daunting prospect of compiling months of thoughts looms before me.  Yet I feel compelled to at least make an attempt to explain the happenings in my world and what’s on my mind.  When that will actually happen, I have no idea.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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So Much Beauty

“It’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.  Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once– and it’s too much– my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst.  And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it.  Then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.  You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.” ~ Lester Burnham

lesterIt’s been a hot minute since I blogged.  And by ‘minute’ I mean the end of February.  Let’s just say I’ve been on hiatus.  Everything’s going well with our little family and I’m slowly coming back around to the blog scene.  Until next Saturday….

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

 

 

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Two year old Tatum

February 21, 2014  ♥

We celebrated Tatum’s second birthday with a nursery rhyme themed party at Kids Play.  My little diva had a blast– hardly stopping to take a breath.  Running constantly, she bounced from activity to activity, refusing to sit still or pose for pictures.  Her constant companion was ‘Baby’…world’s creepiest doll…who rarely left her sight.  Tater lugged Baby everywhere [see photos below], leaving a trail of deeply disturbed adults in her wake.  Just thinking about those drooping eyelids and bizarre gargling sounds makes me uncomfortable.  Moving right along.

The birthday girl

The birthday girl

Of course one of the only decent photos of both children is blurry.

Of course one of the only decent photos of both children is blurry.

Those pigtails!

Those pigtails!

Pizza time

Pizza time

Nursery rhyme cake

Nursery rhyme cake

Why does it look like I have a glass eye?

Why does it look like I have a glass eye?

Kevyn, Ayden, Shea, and Colton

Kevyn, Ayden, Shea, and Colton

S&M action

S&M action

Gigi and her grandkids

Gigi and her grandkids

Our soiree would not have been possible without the family and friends who attended.  I appreciate each and every person who spent two hours of their night making memories with us.  Adam appreciates the chance to dote on his little sister for her special day.  Tatum appreciates her presents.  We plan to have a much larger celebration for Adam’s birthday next month that will allow more people to come celebrate with us.

Despite the joy of such an occasion, anger boils beneath the surface.  My little family and I were robbed of so many memories….

I realize how incredibly lucky I am to watch my daughter drag around a creepy doll and poke a finger into her birthday cake.  How incredibly lucky I am to see my children laughing and playing together.  How incredibly lucky I am to spend two hours of my Friday night surrounded by screaming kids and sweaty little boys.   And I don’t take any of it for granted.

Theresa, I cannot thank you enough for all your help with the festivities.  Not only did you assist with planning and decorations– and provide 90% of the guest list!– but I got to sit with my son as he watched his sister blow out her birthday candles.  Huge thanks to Ms. Jane [Theresa's mom] as well for making Tatum’s adorable birthday outfit.  We’re so grateful for your family!

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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Not so ladylike

Maris posted a video on my Facebook today that reminded her of us.

We’ve perfected the art of pajama couture, overstuffed bottomless pits purses, stellar dance moves, and going straight for the hard stuff.  The subtle nuances of flirting are completely lost on us.  Vulgar language– with entirely TMI– is the only language.  It may be a cold day in hell before anyone classifies us as ‘ladies,’ but we’re still awesome.  Beyond awesome.  And we revel in our awesomeness.

My coworkers will appreciate this description as well seeing as how they liken my awkwardness to Kristen Stewart.  Just don’t confuse my clumsiness, penchant for excessively casual men’s clothing [which sometimes causes strangers to question the which team I'm batting for], and lack of lady skills with a lack of class.  I know how to behave.  Mom and Dad raised me right.  This classy broad can turn it on when she needs to….which thankfully isn’t often.  Now if you’ll excuse me while I go unleash my inner Southern belle.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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Be mine

Two years ago I spent Valentine’s Day with Danielle at her mom’s house in Southaven.  Very few people knew I had left my home in California– if anyone discovered my absence the consequences would be disastrous– and we carefully orchestrated fake internet postings as to not blow our cover.  Exactly 38 weeks pregnant, I frantically scrambled to find to find a doctor who would perform a mandatory C-section on an uninsured patient from another state whom they’d never met.   Seven days later I gave birth.

Last year I can’t even remember what I did for Valentine’s Day….which is probably for the best.

vdHow did we spend February 14, 2014?  Adam and Tatum celebrated at their respective parties in the morning, playing together and posing for adorable photos in the afternoon.  I worked a nine hour shift.  We all ate entirely too much baked goods.  The end.

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He’s the remedy.

Z, you complete me.  I don’t need a ‘holiday’ to remind me how lucky I am to have a man like him.  Every day of the year I feel loved and valued.  My only complaint is that I haven’t seen you in eight days [cue Beatles music].  From this point forward every spare cent we have goes into our cohabitation fund.  The honeymoon’s over– it’s time to get serious about our future plans.  And the plan involves a place of our own.

Penmanship is one of many skills acquired in kindergarten.

Penmanship is one of many skills acquired before first grade.

Adam came home with a bag of valentines from the other kids in his kindergarten class.  Hats off to the dude who picked Star Wars cards.  It doesn’t get much cooler than a mini glow stick doubling as a light saber.  Virtually everyone opted for the traditional tear off card which don’t leave much room for personalization.  However, a very special girl wrote “we are buddy” in the top left hand corner of his valentine.  More on this later….

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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Judgmental map of Memphis

Who is the the unknown cartographer responsible for such judgment?!  Let me commend them for an accurate assessment.  Memphis residents– and those of us who truly know and love this place– can poke fun at ourselves.

yessssBonus points for correctly labeling that vast wasteland strange territory across the bridge.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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