When you return to campus this fall, there will be a new student I hope and pray you never have to meet.
He happens to be my ex-husband (adopter of two womb-fresh infant girls himself). He also happens to be starting a PhD program in the same department in which you are majoring. Which means he will most likely be teaching some of the undergraduate courses in the department. Which means you are likely to run into him.
Which means moment he lays eyes on you, he will know you for exactly who you are – my daughter.
We are cut from the same cloth, you and I. We are a mother and daughter who look so much like each other we could have been twins, right down to the side on which we part our hair to the freckle in the hollow of our cheek and our “Elvis eye” when we smile. It is uncanny how much we look like each other. Well, only uncanny in the upside-down inside-out world of adoption. In real life, no one would find anything strange or unsettling about how much we resemble each other. However, the “miracle and blessing” of adoption has rendered our similarities “weird”, “strange,” and “kind of freaky.”
But back to my ex-husband. He knows your name. At least at one point he did. I don’t know if he remembers it now or not. It’s possible he has forgotten but it is also just as possible he hasn’t. I have no idea what will come of this latest turn of events. Possibly nothing, but just in case some dude in the PhD program starts chatting you up, you can at least be forewarned.
P.S. This also leaves me with the questions, “Should I say anything to the ex about you being in the same department? Should I tell him to please leave you alone if he runs into you? Should I just not say anything to him? Dear God, where is the manual for this!!!????”