Mel’s Roundup Extravaganza is finally posted! I admit to have waited anxiously. Mel’s comparison of the Roundup to Christmas was accurate; I couldn’t wait find the gift that my secret reader left for me. Have you no idea of what it is I speak? Pardon my shameless copy & paste of Mel’s post:
Each blogger was assigned a single blog to read from July 2007 to July
2008 and they chose a single post that spoke to them–that became their
We sent Mel a short blurb about our favorite post that was written by our assigned blogger. Mel has painstakingly listed the blurbs and links in the Extravaganza. If you need something to keep you busy over the weekend, start there. I plan on it.
Back to the analogy – like a kid on Christmas morning, I couldn’t wait to see which post my assigned reader felt was worthy of the Roundup. I actually felt pretty bad for that mystery person. By the time the blurbs and links were due to Mel, I had somewhere around 190-ish entries to read through.
Of all of those posts, the Chosen One is What Quik mix has to do with race, IVF, and surrogacy. I never thought this one would be considered because I’ve written a lot of profound posts that I expected might be selected over this one. In this Quik mix post, I didn’t offer any insight and only recounted a humorous conversation among a group of my eighth grade students.
I LOVE that this post was chosen for a few reasons. Firstly, my secret reader’s blurb caused me to view this conversation in a light that I never had before:
I could have picked the one where she was about to meet her intended
parents, or the story of Lisa, BabyBep, and the breastmilk; perhaps
something that reminded me to look at life in a different way, or one
from the heartbreaking series on the loss of Mia and Urs’ pregnancy.
But in the end, I had to choose what I did because she’s not just a
Smart One, but a damn good educator. At least, so it seems from this
story about IVF, surrogacy, race, metaphors… and quik mix.
I do think I’m a damn good educator, but I have never thought of this particular conversation as proof of that. Now that I look at it from a different angle, so much can be inferred about what I shared with my students about infertility, IVF, and the gestational surrogacy process. It shows that I built awareness and encouraged open-mindedness. In my Literature class, they learned far more than the application of metaphors.
The selection of this particular post and the unveiling of the Extravaganza is timely, given the fact that just yesterday I was passed over as a gestational surrogate because of my race. I’m composing a longer post about how my heritage has affected my surrogacy journeys. I am proud to say that there have been far more positive experiences than negative, but the fact that there are any negatives at all is reproachful. The Quik mix post illuminates and is representative of the positive.
Finally, it is nearly 2 am on Friday, August 1. In five hours I will wake up, get dressed, and head to the school for the first official day of the year. Appropriate timeliness yet again. This is the first year that I’ve felt almost a reluctance to go back. It’s not that I’m not enthusiastic about starting this school year – it’s more the fact that I was not looking forward to having to answer the question “Are you pregnant?” a hundred and one times. Pre-planning runs from tomorrow through next Tuesday and the students don’t start until next Wednesday, which leaves teachers with a lot of time to talk and catch up. Last school year ended with me just a three days into the two-week wait and I know that many will want an answer to the cliff-hanging finale. I expected to have June’s miscarriage at the forefront of my mind, and that made for a bleak “welcome back” outlook, indeed. Instead, I will think of this Quik mix post so that when I have to say, “No, I’m not pregnant,” I’ll have a happy school/surrogacy image in my mind. I’m not pregnant now but I hope to be by the end of the school year. With this image of the past, I will hope for the future.
Whoever my secret reader is, thank you. Thank you for giving me a spark of motivation and reassurance as I move forward into a new journey and a new school year. If you let me know who you are, I’ll send you some Quik mix as a symbolic token of gratitude. Seriously.