I have to write fast today. My time is limited. We stopped at Dad’s Shower and Laundry in Estes Park. Originally it was just for laundry, but $7 bucks later, the price for an “in-season” untimed hot shower; Steve has forked over the dollars to take a shower and I grabbed the “free” wi-fi to type today’s post. I’m feeling like that shower is paying for part of my wi-fi expense. Besides, who’d thought I’d love writing so much that I’m literally saying, out loud, “I’ll use the solar shower at the campsite”. There is something wrong at work in the universe. Or maybe something really right. Let’s not forget where greatness and faith lie.
Today we went to Boulder. We were up by 5:00 a.m. I think the time change is still factoring in a bit. Otherwise, who gets up at 5:00 a.m. when you don’t have to get up that early?
I went to the Department of Housing and Human Services. We were there by 8:00 a.m. I am in search of my foster care records. I have made requests by mail, on-line, and filled out what I thought were just the right forms and mailed them out on my last birthday back in December. I received different paperwork then what I had and I was thankful for more pieces of my story coming together.
However, I’m still missing my first year. I’m missing who took me home from the hospital and who gave me my name. On my original birth certificate, I am simply listed as; “Baby Girl Glass.” Glass is a made up name. I know this because I’ve met most of my birth family and been in a relationship with many of them since 1993. I’ve asked my parents questions about the time I was born and the year after and I’ve asked my first mom about that same time. The answers are the same: “There was a hold on your adoption for one year. You were in foster care for that year. You went home from the hospital with that family”. So to put that in perspective, that means my foster care family observed many of my developmental milestones. Those typical events, such as, sitting up, crawling, walking, and uttering beginning words and sounds. It means some wonderful family made sure I was cared for by feeding me, changing my diapers, and loving me. They more than likely gave me my name. I want to know who named me. I want to fill in the gap of my life story. It is one of the reasons I took this journey.
The woman behind the desk gives me a request for records form and I make sure I tell her I have requested and received some documents already. “I want to make sure I get the records from my first year in foster care.” I tell her. She is kind and she ultimately puts me on the phone with the woman who will search more throughly through my file and hopefully locate my foster care records. The woman on the phone tells me that it is odd that they were not send with the first round of paperwork I received. “Usually, it is all in one file.” She tells me. “Maybe you don’t have the rights to those documents.” She continues. I struggle to talk at that point. There is silence on the phone and I work to find audible words. This is so wrong I think in my head. I’m 48 years old, a legal citizen of the United States, and I still can’t believe I have to go through this process and hear those words about obtaining my own legal records.
“I know the law has changed though.” The woman tells me in the silence between us. It is enough for me to find words and strength. “Yes it has.” I tell her. She too is kind and helpful, but my answers won’t come today. It takes a bit to look and they will let me know what they find when they find it. Their communication and correspondence in the past has been timely and excellent. I will trust the same this time. I do feel listened to and I feel thankful that I’m in a more progressive state where laws have changed on a lot of important matters.
Fun Facts and Photos
Steps Taken-5625. Don’t judge
Books read or listened to: The Bible app Message Version.
Odd but wonderful incidences:
- Entered money for the meter which should have printed out a time stamped receipt to display on the dashboard of the car. There was no time stamp. Kind gentleman came along and suggested we eat the $3.25 and move to a different spot. We trusted him and moved thinking we probably avoided a more pricy ticket.
- Avoided being hit by a large gravel truck who didn’t stop at the light.
#1. Stellar indie book store in downtown Boulder. Bought gifts and cards for past giveaway and future ones. Have I mentioned I love reading?
#2. Touristy and Whimsy Pictures.
More later I have poor internet connection
#5. A fun Time Lapse Video
Winner of How would you Build a Better World?
I loved all the answers and hearing from you all. Random person selected Sherri’s as her favorite.
Tell me your favorite book and why? Or Tell of one of the hardest things you’ve ever done and why?
Peace and JOY