the new yorker

ok, so my spouse has reupped my favorite magazines.......an appreciated gift.....including the new yorker.....i was wondering if our subscription had already lapsed, though it is always renewed at christmas....because the doulbe year-end issue had not arrived....until yesterday......i had a good cry over this article despite the particulars being so different from our particulars.......cayle's birth mother not only knows where she is, she visits and calls.....unlike the adopted-out daughter in this bio......her mom seeks her out....and then it is her dad that she hasn't met, and will seek out at some point......the story is so emotional, maybe only so stirring to folks who have adopted, or have been adopted, or who relinquished custody.......there is a 'scene' in which the author, who is a published author, is signing her newest book at a bookstore, and her birthmother shows up unexpectedly........and the author asks her to leave because her adopted mother is there, and she has not yet figured out how to have 2 mothers in the same room........of course, i was already teared up by that point int he story......i have beentheredonethat...and will surely do it again....and it is neither easy nor desirable from my standpoint.....but curiously so for our daughter who seems to relish all the attention she can get.....from every parent she can muster......i suspect that she fantasizes about her birth father.....about where he is and what he looks like...and hopes beyond hope that he will come looking for her before she looks for him.....hope springs eternal, and it is these hopes however farfetched that get us out of bed in the mornings........at this point in our mutual relationship, we are getting along better than we ever have, so one can consider this tome as looking at a glass half empty when it is really half full.......as these tales go.....