Wow, I think back on when I was placed with my family and it just makes me smile. My first several years my mom was so afraid that if she didn’t tell me about how they got me, that I’d learn it from someone else and she didn’t want that to happen. So one day in the summer when I was about 4 years old, I was out playing with my cousin in the yard and I remember her calling me and sitting me on the bed. She told me she had something very important to talk to me about. Being a 4 year old, I said, “OK.”
She went into explaining to me that I didn’t grow in her tummy like my sister did, that I grew in another woman’s tummy, but when I was born God sent me to them to live and for me to be their daughter. She also told me that my birth mommy loved me enough to give me to them to love and care for. And just because she didn’t carry me didn’t mean she loved me any less. We talked for a while longer and do y’all know what I said? I looked up at her and said, “OK, I know you’re my mom, and I love you and I don’t care if I grew in your tummy or not so can I go and play again?” Haha, only a 4 year old huh?
I must say I’ve never been ashamed of being adopted. I didn’t mind telling anyone about it. I consider it a honor that I was placed in a good christian home. When I started dating my husband, I remember telling him I had something to tell him. I told him I was adopted and went into telling him all I knew about it and won’t forget him looking at me and saying, “I don’t care, I love you and who you are. You being adopted don’t phase me.” I must say he is my biggest fan and supporter on my search for my birth family outside of my two kids, mom, dad and sister.
My mom would never put my birth family down, she always told me to love them cause I didn’t know the whole story and she taught me that being adopted was very awesome . I would love to go around talking to other adoptees about my journey and my search for my birth family. Please don’t stop praying and searching!!! Trust me it’s worth all that you go through.