by kindred | Nov 24, 2015 | Uncategorized
“When did you find out you were adopted?” as the saying goes. If I had a dollar for every time that question was asked of me; the answer is always the same – even when I was very young, “I never didn’t know.” Being adopted is a part of who I am, it was woven in to the thread of my identity; red hair, short, blue eyes, button nose, clumsy, dancer, adopted. My adoption was handled through a private agency. I was born in a private hospital and I was given to my adoptive parents when I was 5 days old. Unlike when they adopted my brother 2 years earlier when he was 6 months old, they had no warning time for me. They received a call from the adoption agency the evening before and were told that they would be getting a NEWBORN BABY the next day! Luckily they lived on a military base and once word got out to all their friends, they had more baby gear than they knew what to do with. My father who was in the US Air Force was sent to another country in the next few months after they got me. So the American Red Cross actually handled the finalization of the adoption and our family lived overseas until I was 4 years old. The fact of my adoption was always like a novelty to me and I would love to tell people. Then I’d wait see what reaction I would get. I even got in trouble once with my pregnant kindergarten teacher prompting a call to my mom. Apparently she...
