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Adoption, Reunions and a Mistake

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

For the first 21 years of my life, this was home.Mistakes. A good life is filled with them. A great life is built on them.

Like most people, I've made mistakes. Some of those mistakes were insignificant; others, not so much. I'm going to tell you about the biggest mistake I've made in my life to date. As with most stories, some historical context is required.

On a beautiful autumn day in Stratford, during my 19th year, I anxiously walked up some steps with my then current girlfriend. Those steps belonged to the Children's Aid Society building, where I was about to begin the process of searching for my biological mother. My girlfriend had some dealings with the case workers there and, after getting to know my adoption story and the deep yearning I had to learn about my origins, she offered to accompany me to their offices to start my journey. In a way, it was actually a continuation of the journey my parents started two decades earlier with the Children's Aid Society when they decided to adopt a second child.

My parents were always completely open with my brother and I (and everyone else) about our adoptions. My father actively encouraged us to seek out our biological origins; my mother hesitantly so. Years prior to my adoption, my father played a small part in helping a man find his own biological parents. He fondly recounted this story to people when describing why he informed us of everything he could about our own adoptions. (To date, my brother has shown no interest in learning about his separate biological origins.)

I knew a few scant details about my own origins - my biological mother was from Newfoundland and was a teenager when she had me. She had already given birth to a girl before I entered the picture. Minimal information was available about my biological father. (I have never had an interest in searching for him.) Once she signed the papers to give me up for adoption, I was placed in foster care for 3 months with a family in a nearby Newfoundland town. I was then adopted and raised on a farm a short drive away from Stratford, Ontario. My parents were great and provided me with the best childhood I could have imagined.

A short time after submitting the adoption registry search forms, a database connection was made and a reunion was set up. I met my biological mother and her husband, my older (full biological) sister, my two younger (half biological) sisters, and a few other people associated with their family at the time.

A key detail of the story is that two months before the reunion, my Mom had died (after a 3 month battle) from "an unknown cancer". (Yes, she was aware of my pending reunion.)

Shortly after the reunion, the topic of what to call my biological mother came up. I remember that moment vividly. I was in her kitchen and she was standing at the sink, preparing dinner. I said I wanted to call her "Mom". She hadn't asked to be called that, but that's what we agreed on.

That moment was my biggest mistake.

The title of "Mom" holds an infinite amount of meaning. In its simplest form, that title should only be reserved for the woman who earned it by fulfilling that role in your life. As I've learned, when used incorrectly, the noun "Mom" can create an open playing field for games that shouldn't exist. It can raise false expectations, cause jealousy, create confusion and wreak unintentional havoc on people's perceptions of reality. I believe my choice of noun and all the significance that surrounds it allowed those things to happen when they could have been averted.

I'm still trying to understand why I wanted to call her "Mom"; the reasons are not always as obvious as they may seem. The natural assumption is that it was due to losing my real Mom shortly before the first reunion. However, I can say with ultimate clarity that this is untrue. After I became aware of what adoption meant (sometime in grade 3), I always saw myself as having two Moms, except one raised me. If my Mom was alive when I met my biological mother, I can't deny that things probably would have been different.

The details aren't important to rehash at this time, but shortly after the reunion, relations with my biological mother and sisters (apart from one sister) declined to the point where I received a phone message from my oldest biological sister telling me I was no longer welcome in all of their lives. The reunion lasted 3 years. I was devastated, but accepted their choice and tried to move on.

I had a conversation with my Dad, who was still alive at the time, about everything that had happened. He was with me the day I met everyone and subsequently saw them a few times after that. As usual, he summarized the situation simply and succinctly and gave me space to clear my mind.

Fast forward a few years to 2009.

I lead a very active personal and professional life online, with very public profiles on several social media websites, including, of course, Facebook. On June 5th, 2009, after years of silence, the inevitable and expected happened - I received a Facebook request from my oldest sister. After the initial shock wore off, I chose to ignore it. A few days later, I received a Facebook message from the sister I had been able to make a connection with years earlier. After days of considerable thought, I decided to respond to her.

A second reunion was eventually set up, though only with my biological mother and two youngest sisters. Within months, relations deteriorated and ended again with my youngest sister. In the past two and a half years, relations with my biological mother deteriorated to the point where I finally reached my limits and removed her from my life. I've accepted that those relationships are now over.

Fortunately, I have become very close with my next youngest sister, which I'll discuss in a bit.

After months of intense personal debate and meticulous review of all available information, I believe the root cause of the years of situational chaos with my biological family can be traced back to that simple conversation about the title of "Mom". Had I not made that choice years ago during our first reunion, I believe the decay and decline of our relationships may not have happened…twice.

Referring to my biological mother as "Mom" removed boundaries for everyone involved that should have been carefully defined by me. I believe choosing the title of "Mom" for my biological mother made things difficult for my sisters in direct and indirect ways.

I take full responsibility for how things turned out with my biological family. It didn't have to be this way, but I can accept things for how they turned out and understand that life isn't always perfect.

There is, however, a positive contradiction in all of this. I mentioned a sister that I was able to connect with in the first and second reunions. Her name is Arlene and I've written about her elsewhere, so I won't rehash those thoughts again. I'm fortunate to have salvaged something good in these reunions despite all of the problems that have occurred.

Upon reading Steve Jobs's recent biography, I noticed several striking parallels between his adoption and reunion story and my own. Of note is how he was able to forge a strong, warm relationship with his biological sister Mona Simpson and eschew relations with some of his biological origins. I hope to achieve the same outcome with Arlene.

Incidentally, since coming to these conclusions, I've entered what has become the most creative, productive and healthiest era of my entire adult life. I'm sure it's all linked together somehow.

So there it is, my adoption and reunion(s) story. I decided to finally tell this story in the hopes that other adoptees may read it and gain some kind of insight from it. Hopefully it will help or inspire them to make positive decisions based on my experiences and mistakes.

The page has been turned and it's time to return to trying to build a great life.

Tokyo, Japan
November 14, 2011

Updated on May 2013: The above paragraphs I've crossed out relate to the final chapter of this story. I will write the long overdue follow-up soon.


Challenging Digital Media: The Performing Arts

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Challenging Digital Media: The Performing Arts is a conference taking place in (my home town) Stratford, Ontario, Canada. The conference is billed as "an international community of artists, creators, producers, developers and visionaries as we explore how the performing arts are pushing the boundaries of digital technologies and shaping innovative artistic experiences."

The first day featured some fascinating presentations including: the intersection of technology and the arts, the concept of the missing half-second, the Hexagon Project and a telementoring session between a teacher in Stratford and a musician (trumpet) in New York City.

Here are a few quick photos from the event.

17-55mm, 1/50 second, f/2.8, ISO 1600

17-55mm, 1/15 second, f/2.8, ISO 1600

17-55mm, 1/30 second, f/2.8, ISO 1600


VisualDNA: New York Times Personality Test

Monday, September 26, 2011

Like many people, I get a kick out of taking online tests. They usually serve as a nice momentary break from doing work. I suppose some people would call that procrastination. ;)

I recently took the New York Times Personality Test, powered by VisualDNA. Here was the result:

You're a Tech Guru

You are open-minded and always on the lookout for new ideas. Your modernist point of view means that you are often fascinated in evolving ideas whether it be in the form of the latest piece of gadgetry or an avant-guard piece of artwork. When all is said and done, you are a bit of an intellect with a tendency to do a spot of soul searching from time to time.

You have an inquisitive mind and possess an irresistible urge to experiment with everything around you. You're a real get-up-and-go kind of person who likes to keep at least one finger on the pulse of everything that's hot and happening from the latest movies and sport to the coolest technologies and gadgets. A true entertainment junkie, there's no chance of you ever getting bored and you're always the first to get your hands on some shiny new gizmo that's going to revolutionize your life. You have a realistic outlook on what you can achieve and enjoy attention to detail in most aspects of your life.

Try it out for yourself:


Ten Years Gone: Reflections on 9/11

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Here we are, ten years after that fateful September day when the World Trade Center and Pentagon were attacked by terrorists hijacking commercial planes. Like millions have done today, I took time to think about the events of 9/11 and where I was (both physically and figuratively) in my own life. I also thought about how a significant date becomes a marker in time for annual reflection.

On September 11, 2001, I was working as a Web Developer at my first technology job, an eLearning start-up. My morning routine consisted of arriving at work shortly after 9:00am, reading a bit of news, grabbing an almond vanilla coffee, then doing research or web programming until lunch. The first website I would launch was Slashdot. I typed their URL into Mozilla (yes, I was an early adopter of their fledgling browser) and waited for the website to load. Sensing something was wrong with our servers (given Slashdot's established uptime reliability), I asked a co-worker if our company Internet connection was having issues. He said a plane or missle had hit the World Trade Center and rumours of it being a terrorist attack was causing extreme Internet congestion. Slashdot eventually loaded with some brief snippets of news about the attacks. Google's home page was the only other online source for small tidbits of news. Every other major website was down.

For the previous five years, the eleventh day of September had a different meaning for me than most people. My Mom died on September 11, 1995 after a short battle with cancer. For the next five years, I would wake up on that date with thoughts of her heavy on my mind. I would lose concentration throughout the day reflecting on my life with her in it and the gaping wound her absence had created.

But now, the bastards had stolen the date from me.

The bastards stole it from thousands that day. They created grief and loss where it didn't have to exist. Family members were lost in the attacks when they should have come home that night. Kids needlessly lost their parents. As David Letterman put it (during his first Late Show episode after the attacks): "if you live to be a thousand years old, will that make any goddamned sense?"

There was no stopping the cancer that took my Mom from us. It was heartless, savage and unrelenting. It proceeded with one goal in mind - to destroy life. When medicine gave up, my Dad stepped in and did everything he could to stop the cancer. There were a few successes, but eventually she lost the battle and we were left to pick up the pieces.

The people that suffered during (and after) 9/11 shouldn't have had to endure the same sense of loss and tragedy as myself and my family.

Humanity is capable of such amazing things. In 2008, the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter was directed to photograph the Phoenix Lander during its descent onto to the Martian surface. This is what we're really capable of accomplishing.

Creative Options in Waterloo, my location during the 9/11 attacks. I returned here today to grab a photo.
10-22mm, handheld HDR, f/8.0, ISO 100

25 Years of Guitar

Friday, July 15, 2011

Today marks the 25th anniversary of my first guitar lesson! Despite starting on the guitar at a young age, I remember that lesson like it was yesterday. My teacher gave me four basic chords to learn and sent me on my way. At the time, I was more interested in the concept of playing guitar than being a guitarist, but soon enough, I was introduced to the guitar wizardry of Eddie Van Halen's solo piece Eruption and it was all over.

Lee's Palace in 2003 with Colour of Each

I eventually outpaced the theory and guitar playing my teacher was capable of sharing, so after a year of lessons I delved into numerous guitar magazines and pursued the self-taught approach. If I had to choose one an artistic pursuit out of all of the creative outlets I pursue, playing guitar would be favourite. However, it's been sorely underrepresented in the public eye. I plan to change this in the next 12 months.

I'm marking the anniversary by finally getting down to business and completing a couple of guitar-oriented albums I've been slowly working on in the past ten years. I figured it was best to finish them before the world ended, so stay tuned for some Motionblur Music in 2011 and 2012.

10-22mm, 1/5 second, f/5.6, ISO 800, Photoshopping



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