May
20 is a special day. 30 years ago today my adoption was finalized and I went
home with my new family. I was 16 days old, so I can't recall much of those
first 16 days. I'm sure my activities were quite typical of most babies: eat,
poop, repeat. I was healthy, but things took time to go through, so I stayed in
the hospital. Mom says that the nurses there felt bad for me (waiting to be
adopted and all) so they fed me every time I cried. She says I was eating a ridiculous
amount of food by the time I went home with her and that I was a diaper-filling
machine (cloth diapers- because I'm the asshole who had to be allergic to
disposable ones that might make it easier on my parents).
But
that's really all I've got about my first 16 days. We got a little file of
information about my birth family (nothing to identify them, just basics like
height/hair colour/eye colour and some interests). About seven years ago, I
started making contact with my biological mother and we email back and forth
and send cards and gifts at birthdays and Christmas. It's a wonderful thing and
I'm so happy I chose to contact her!
Adoption
can be a difficult thing to deal with and I certainly had a bit of an issue
with it as a child. I saw a counsellor for a while as a small child because Mom
thought it was important to discuss our feelings. I had to mature a little
before I realized that adoption has nothing to do with abandonment and
everything to do with making a difficult emotional choice. Mom always made sure
to tell me this, but I had to discover in my own time the gift of adoption. And
there are some wonderful things about being adopted- well, they are things I
love about being adopted.
1. I chose my own cultural
background
"What's your family
background?" is a fairly common question asked in school. Sure, in the
beginning I said, "Well, my adoptive family is French Canadian so I'm
French Canadian." As I got older, I realized that I could give any answer
I wanted. No one challenged me when I said, "My biological mother is
Cambodian," or "My family is from the Ivory Coast of Africa,"
because no one wants to call the adopted girl a liar. But when my biological
mother and I began talking she told me her family is Scotch-Irish. My
reddish-brown hair and freckles seem to fit with that. Sadly, it seems unlikely
now that I am of Asian or African descent.
2. Finding out things you have
in common
My life is kind of my own adoption
study- you know, where you study a child brought up in a different environment
and see any common points. And there are common points. Sure, there are the
small ones, like my biological mother and I both love Stephen King and we're
both short on patience. But there are big ones too. I was the only girl in all
3 of my high school auto shop classes and my maternal biological grandfather
had his own garage. Nifty, eh? And then there's my two half brothers: one has a
round face and one wears glasses. If you put them both together, they look a
lot like me!
3. I never have to fill out
"medical history" questionnaires at the doctor's office
Well, I have some of that
information now and I fill that in, but mostly I put a big cross through the
section and write, "I'm adopted." My body is kinda like an unlabelled
can from the supermarket: you never know what's going to be in here! Hey, where
did that thyroid cancer come from?
4. I can make many people feel
super uncomfortable just by saying "I'm adopted"
People just don't know where to go
with this. Most people apologize as though they've brought up a sore point.
It's not a sore point to discuss! If I were a religious person, I could
paraphrase John 3:16: "For Bio-Mom so loved the world that she gave her
only daughter." I think people are a little oversensitive when it comes to
adoption- sure, some people would prefer not to discuss their adoption, but
those people aren't likely to tell you they're adopted... or write a blog post
about it. Ask away!
5. I have an instant connection
with clients not raised by their biological parents
I spent nine years working with
clients in residential care who could not be cared for by their parents for one
reason or another. I never hesitate to discuss my adoption with clients because
I get the chance to talk about love and responsible choices.
6. Brother
One of the best parts of adoption
is building a new family- and Brother, adopted 2.5 years after me, was a
wonderful gift to our family. He and I do not share any biological ties, but he
is my brother- not "adopted brother." Brother. It was sheer chance that
brought him and I to the same family and I can't imagine having any other
sibling in the world!
7. I've got two moms!
Sure, we're talking two completely
different mother-daughter relationships, but I still have two moms and they're both
wonderful! That makes me pretty freakin' lucky in my books!
8. I get to quiz the men I date
about their family histories
There's always an awkward moment
early on when I'm getting to know a man when I have to ask some interesting
questions about male family members. You know, to ensure I'm not starting a
creepy soap opera "I didn't know we were siblings!" relationship.
It's always a little uncomfortable to set up, but it's usually good for a
laugh.
9. "I was chosen!"
Kids can be cruel. I was always
very open about being adopted because it was never a secret in my family- Mom
told us from the time we were little, so there was never a heartbreaking
conversation where I learned I was adopted (best way to do it, hands down!).
Kids would tease me and Mom would tell me, "Your biological mother didn't
get rid of you, she gave you to us. You were chosen." Well, that gave me a
fat head. The next bully who told me my biological mother didn't want me was
hit with, "Well, I was chosen and your parents got STUCK with you!" I
know that wasn't the ideal way to make that child feel loved, but you gotta deal with bullies.
10. I know two sides of maternal
love
It's true. I know the love of a
mother who raised me, not as if I were her own but because I am, adoption or
no. I also know the love of a mother who gave birth to a child and made the
best decision she could to give that child the brightest future possible. Those
are two pretty freakin' amazing gifts! It's almost as if the best part of being
adopted is not feeling adopted at all, but feeling as if two families came
together to make and raise a baby, despite being separated by genetics and the
law.
It's
part of who I am, but it's just a part. I can't imagine growing up any other
way. I'm so lucky to have two moms and a whole, big family of great people. I'm
lucky to have such a great sense of humour (no doubt inherited from my
biological mother and cultivated by my adoptive mother!) because there's no way
I get through anything without it! Today is a great day to remember how
fortunate I am to have the family I have. Unfortunately, Hallmark doesn't make
a "Happy Anniversary of Your Adoption" card and it has yet to be
recognized as a gift-giving holiday. I'll keep hoping.
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