Because I wanted a peek into my not-so-distant future, I ran over to San Francisco to catch the first showing of Sundance favorite The Kids Are All Right, a film that could be the sequel to my own family's story. Like the movie, my two teenagers were conceived with the sperm of an unknown donor. And in 10 months, my eldest will turn 18 and be able to place a call to the Sperm Bank of California and learn his biological father's name.
Ever since my partner and I pored over the donor descriptions back in 1992, I've fretted about what this day would bring. Long past the questions about how to teach our sons to shave and have the birds-and-the bees talk, past the wishes for a Rent-A-Dad to wrestle with them and run out all their wild energy, like the two moms (played by Annette Benning and Julianne Moore) in the movie, I am still anxious about our kids meeting their sperm donor father.
Although I'm dying to see what our donor looks like, how my sons resemble him, whether they share mannerisms or quirks of behavior, I most want to protect my boys from potential disappointment over the person they find. Seeing Mark Ruffalo's character barge into the film family's relative calm, expose their weak spots, and threaten to break them apart, definitely gave me pause.
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By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the AOL people, which is one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.
Causes Kathy Briccetti Supports
Berkeley-East Bay Humane Society
Women's Educational Media