I was born on December 8th, 1980 in the evening. I consider myself lucky, because I was able to find out from my birth mom about some details of my birth. When she was in labor, the doctor was running late headed to the hospital and I was coming fast. By the time the doctor got in the delivery room, he barely had enough time to scrub up and right as he sat down out I came. Five minutes, later my twin sister was born. My joke has always been, that I asked for a BLT and some how it got lost in the Baby Cry language to English that I wound up with a Bratty Little Twin sister. My twin has been both a blessing and a curse at times, she is one of few people who knows how to push my buttons along with when.
The interesting factoid about my birth is that 12 hours prior, John Lennon was shot and killed. Many people have come into my life and often that's the first thing they notice about my birthday and often comment on it. My mom, Christine Marie Riggs, was truly an amazing woman. I enjoyed and treasured the time I had with her as an adult. She was always a strong woman, and a graceful woman. She had a way of making me feel like the most special person in the whole world. But also when she was having manic episode, she could make you feel like you were a stranger. I often wonder, where she went during these episodes. She wasn't the same mom, who took me in when the adopted parents kicked me out of their San Diego home. Anything could set her off, and sometimes nothing at all. I'm hoping that in writing here, it'll be some what therapeutic for me and maybe in writing this all I will learn something or spark a memory that I've buried somewhere within me.
