You meant well.I mean those 67% of New York voters who formally filed the adoption papers in November of 2006. Despite the warnings from the others, you were good foster families for the first six years and when the time came, you proudly became the lawful parents. Who can fault you for meaning well?
Now, oh my goodness.
The child gets a little older, a little louder, a whole lot more demanding. Screaming and shrieking and breaking breakables.
Over coffee, you glance at one another with worried looks. And this is just, what, 2008? Another five years before you're free of it?
It really was going so well. A prodigy. The unquestioned ascendant to the throne. Proud parents indeed. Until this February, when the tea party took the ugly turn and invitees were discounted. Scorned. Humiliated. When the tea party partiers suddenly didn't mean anything to the party itself.
On the one hand I sort of feel sorry for you. For over-believing. For placing your faith and having it betrayed. For wanting and being denied. For having to digest the lie the morning after.
On the other hand, maybe you had it coming. You ignored all the signs. You bought your own little lies. You waved it off as over-analytical. But that's not so genuine for a letter like this.
So, upon reflection, I offer up my sympathies to all of you who cared, who decided it was worth the long haul investment. To those of you who chose to believe that words were good enough, and that deeds would surely follow.
Hang in kids. You've only got five more years.
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