Real kids have always intrigued me.
Real kids are the ones who grew up with the people who created them. What a weird concept.
What is that like? I don’t know.
To live with people who look like you. Even if they are assholes, they still are yours. What a bizarre thing.
All my life I’ve been surrounded by real kids. I’ve got one. I'm a step-mom to a few of them. I’m married to one. I was adopted by two of them. I work with them. I live next door to them. Even though I don't remember her, a real kid gave birth to me. Another real kid made her pregnant.
I like real kids, even though the majority of them don’t know shit about being adopted. And why should they? They’ve never thought about it really. It’s only when a real kid winds up somehow knowing a fake kid like me that they start to think about it.
I read a book over the weekend by a real kid that knocked my socks off. Actually that is a lie. I read the book Saturday and into Sunday... I started it when I went to bed Saturday, and it kept me up all night. And then when it was over I spent the next two hours crying.
When I came back here tonight I meant to catch up on all the blogs I wasn’t able to read last week, but instead I read back through this real kid’s archives at her blog.
Julia Scheeres is one damn cool real kid. She’s got a great blog. She’s been blogging since 2005 actually; I just never knew about her until I came across her book at Barnes & Noble this weekend. Julia Scheeres also wrote a book that kept me up all Saturday night.
Jesus Land is her story of being a real kid with an adopted brother, David, just a few months younger than her. Julia’s white. Her adopted brother David was African American. They were 16 years old in the middle of the racist
I think what I loved most about this book, bizarrely enough, is that I couldn’t relate to either Julia or David. I could kinda relate to David, being adopted, but shit I couldn’t relate to being the only African American in town. And I could kinda relate to Julia, as she’s only a few years younger than I am and has a kick-ass memory of what it feels like to be 16, as well as providing a kick-ass musical soundtrack in my head as she brought back memories of all the cool hits from the ‘80’s. But I can’t relate to being a real kid. All I could do was let their stories wash over me and listen to what she had to say. And then marvel at her as Goddess-like, she descends into the underworld of Escuela Caribe like
Jesus Land is an incredibly powerful book. So powerful I wanted to share it with y’all if you haven’t read it already. I’m pretty grateful I found it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some blog reading I need to catch up on.
Buy this book, you bastards! Don't forget.