The Right Hand

My adoptive mom tells a great story. You should hear her. I can’t tell it like she does, but I’ll give it a try.

When I was little, I would only take things in my left hand. I guess it was pretty inconvenient for my adoptive mom. She always said she’d already had one kid that was left handed and wasn’t doing it again.

She refused to let me accept things into my left hand.

Little things.

Like food.

The Right Hand

Eventually, I only used my right hand.

Isn’t that hilarious?

Well, I can see that the story may have lost its charm as I tell it. However when she told it, people laughed.

I’m now an adopted “child” who has siblings in both biological and adoptive families that are left handed.

I’m not.

And that’s been a pretty lonely island lately.

3 thoughts on “The Right Hand

  1. Cindy

    “People laughed.” Dey just don’ getit, do dey?

    Sounds like a lot of going hungry with that story and nothing to laugh about. Control issues are a serious problem. If you can’t let a child be who they are I’m making a pouty face with you even though you can’t see it.

    I hear folks used to have almost a phobia with a child that showed left handed dominance, and of course they tried all they knew how to “cure the problem”. This just sounds like control and dominance.

    This is sad. I’m sorry she did that to you.

    1. Kat Post author

      “Control issues” ding, ding, ding. You nailed that. Of course, she didn’t feel the need to change her biological child’s handedness.
      It just reminds me that handedness, like so many other things, can be changed with adoption. One minute we are one person, the next, we’re changed.


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