37 years, 8 months, and 6 days ago I was born. About 10 days after that my natural mom gave up her parental rights so I could be adopted. She was barely 17. My adoptive parents were 26 and 25 and my adoptive brother was 7.
Why do the numbers matter?
- My age is important because it has taken me this long to commit my thoughts, reflections, and anxieties to paper – well, in this case, to screen
- My natural mom’s age is important because it represents the primary reason she was encouraged to terminate her parental rights – “too young” to raise a child
- My adoptive parents’ ages matter because they represent the stability that was promised from another family
- And my brother, well, his age matters because he was to become my playmate and my best friend – in spite of our age gap
This blog is about my journey through those 37 years, 8 months, and 6 days as an adopted kid – a journey I anticipate will continue as long as I live because I always have been and always will be “adopted.”
I don’t know how often I will post – though I will try to post regularly.
I don’t know how relevant my journey will be to yours – though I suspect you will find common ground with me.
I don’t know how helpful my words will be to those who want to be “enlightened” on an adopted kid’s perspective – though I chose a public forum for my writing in hope that I can bring something of value to the table.
I do know this is an important journey for me, and I welcome your feedback as I relate it to you.
Welcome to my blog,
Becky
Through the Eyes of an Adopted Kid 