Now
it occurred to me that there is more than one side to my feelings/story about
and surrounding my adoption. The previous piece represents how I feel about it
now.
From
the very beginning, I always felt “different”; I knew it to be true with every
fiber of my being. When I was 7 years young, my adoptive parents (I always felt
weird saying that phrase) had the conversation with me.
They sat me down and told me that I was adopted. At first, I thought nothing of it, I mean I am 7 years old what was I suppose to think. After they told me, they decided to make a day out of it. We called it Adoption Day. On that day, we would go out for dinner and a movie, I would get presents. It pretty much felt like a second birthday. I felt pretty special to have two days a year that celebrated just me lol. What a loving kind family I have. We even got books for children about adoption. It still did not make me feel anything but different. I have been told that that feeling is completely normal, the feeling “different”.
They sat me down and told me that I was adopted. At first, I thought nothing of it, I mean I am 7 years old what was I suppose to think. After they told me, they decided to make a day out of it. We called it Adoption Day. On that day, we would go out for dinner and a movie, I would get presents. It pretty much felt like a second birthday. I felt pretty special to have two days a year that celebrated just me lol. What a loving kind family I have. We even got books for children about adoption. It still did not make me feel anything but different. I have been told that that feeling is completely normal, the feeling “different”.
The
neat part is because I am of Native decent and my adoptive mother is also, we
looked like a mother daughter (again saying that makes me feel weird “adoptive
mother”).
Well that is all for
now, I seem to feel exhausted on the topic.
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