key fact #9 about donna.
9. i am adopted.
i am just like all the other rescue animals in the world. once an unwanted, mixed breed child with no home. but i was whisked up into a loving family at the tender age of 19 days old. i was “chosen,” as they say. i am “special.” eh…i never really bought those statements. all children are created equal. nothing extra special about me. i was just a kid who needed a home. and i got one. a home that i am ever so grateful for and a family that i ultimately love to tears.
the breakdown of my immediate family:
who we are:
my adoptive mother, otherwise known as just plain MOM
my adoptive father, otherwise known as just plain DAD. he passed away when i was three.
my adoptive sister, otherwise known as my older sister laura (she was also adopted).
my sister was adopted 6 years before i came into this world.
although my mother did not birth me, she gave me life. she was there when i was sick. she saw my tears when i was sad. or hurt. she celebrated my birthday every year. she came to my ball games. my brownie events. she sold girl scout cookies to her co-workers for me so i could be prized as a top seller. she cleaned me up when i scraped my elbows or knees. she disciplined me, yet gave me freedom of self. most of all, mom loved me into the woman i am. and she still loves me. she is my mother. and she will always be my mother. mom is a fighter and she took the reigns when dad died and made sure my sister and i were well taken care of. my mother is an amazing woman! i wouldn’t change my situation even if i could.
being adopted, for me, was just who i was. i never separated from that fact. it just was.
hello my name is donna and i am adopted.
i am grateful i was given up by my birth parents. clearly if they felt the need to give me to another family, they did not have the skills to raise a child or the love to give a child. so i’d rather be given to a family who wants me, then kept with a family who wished my conception never was. perhaps that sounds harsh, but i certainly don’t mean it harshly. it’s the simple truth.
i know my birth parents today and much of my birth family. i met them when i was 18 years old. and i love them dearly. and i am grateful i was given the chance at life, even if it wasn’t with them growing up. consider the alternative, and i wouldn’t be here right now writing this blog.
so, im happy.
i’d like to briefly share three popular myths about us adopted kids.
Myth #1: Adopted kids grow up to have lots of problems.
us adoptees are generally very well-adjusted individuals. studies actually show this. being raised by a loving family, especially starting as an infant, is what makes a child blossom. other issues that may arise in a person…..alcoholism, addiction of sorts, mental illness, educational problems, etc. are not to be blamed on adoption. in my opinion most of these issues are hereditary. not manifested from the fact that a person was adopted. look at uggie. he was adopted and he is a very well-adjusted, celebrity superstar!
Myth #2: You can’t really love an adopted child as much as you could love your “own” child.
this myth kind of pisses me off. love is not limited to biology! a child is a child is a child. and a child is pure love. yes there is something to be said for carrying a baby in your womb for 9 months, i am sure. there is a bond that is irreplaceable, i imagine. however, once you have a baby in your hands, and that baby is yours…biological or not, there is an instant love. if there isn’t, then you probably shouldnt be a parent. that’s my opinion. someone who can’t love a baby because they are not made of the same dna as them, might have some issues of their own that need to be examined. love of a child, biological or not, grows from the life experience together…from raising that child. teaching that child. nurturing and parenting that child.
Myth #3: Your adopted child will never really consider you her real parents.
bullCRAP. real parents are there when a child is sick. they hug you. they stay up all hours of the night worrying about you. they bake you birthday cakes. they are there for all of your “firsts”. real parents celebrate you daily. they monitor your vegetable intake. they tell you no. they discipline. they praise you for accomplishments. they give you allowance and they ground you from tv. they love you unconditionally. those are real parents!
LOL. this picture is just plain funny so i had to share.
well, fact #9 has been revealed. again i say, proudly:
hello my name is donna and i am adopted.