But then I realized, perhaps other people, adopted or not might have questions. So, I’m back (and still adopted) to try and answer some of your questions (which, I don’t actually know what they are because you never told me).
Let me start out by saying (again) that my story is a happy one.
A success story.
I knew that I was adopted from the moment that I could know. It was never a secret. In fact, the opposite. There are probably more people who know that I’m adopted then don’t.
For those not adopted, there is no question that your physical and character traits are a mixture of; your parents (for me that would be my adopted parents, herein referred to as “parents”), biological parents and some that are just you. For me, I don’t know about the last two. What’s me and what’s them?
Obviously I’m not biologically related to my Mother and Brother but we share physical characteristics such as; fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. We look like family and many people don’t believe that we aren’t biologically related. And, with respect to my character, I am my Mother’s daughter.
I had always thought that I was 90% Nurture and 10% Nature.
But then I had kids and now I’m not so sure. I see so much of Ed and I in them. Note that I know my kids are their “own people” and not just replicas of Ed and I. Maybe I’m more like my biological parents then I realized, maybe not. Regardless, I’m fine with it either way.
They are a part of my story.
Growing up, I remember frequently reading a book series called “The Adopted Family” which incidentally has found it’s way into the kids bookshelf (Thanks for being a pack rat Nanna). I had two sets of parents that loved me. The other poor kids only had one set (smile).
I was special and knew it!
No one else in my class was adopted but that didn’t matter. I never got teased. If I did, I don’t remember. That was the 70’s and while it wasn’t the 50’s, kids were still cruel and less open. Maybe I got off easy?
I remember a classmate, Jenny finding out at 12 (?) that she was adopted. It didn’t go over well with her or the others. She was teased and ended up leaving the school shortly thereafter. I remember hearing stories about her years on and wondering if the secret of her adoption was the cause of any of her ill-fated choices.
I am so grateful that adoption was never a secret in my house.
Every year, usually about half-way through the day of my birth, I think about my Biological Parents.
I have no doubt that they are thinking about me. Perhaps they wonder what I look like (as I do them). Wonder if they made the right decision. Regret their decision. I hope not.
I am happy.
Over the years, I’ve thought a lot about finding my biological parents. My parents are 110% supportive. I know that Nanna would really like to meet them. I’ve started the process to find them several times but left it at that.
It’s been about seven years since the last time. I figure that it will happen when the time is right. Note that I am well aware that you can’t win a lottery without buying tickets and that if I want to find my biological parents I will have to do something. Some day.
To this day, Nanna tells me how lucky she is to have me and that she couldn’t have made a cuter baby herself. How right she is!
If I had to sum up my feelings on being adopted, I’d say…
Being Adopted Is No Big Deal To Me
Feel free to comment with any questions you have. I have no problem talking about being adopted.