For just 29 years now,
there is not a day that goes by where I don't give thanks for being
adopted. I cannot recall a time where
my mother or father actually sat me down and told me I was adopted. It has always
been in my conscious memory. The word adoption as always meant love and carried
a wonderful feeling with it. I never felt I needed to search for my
birthparents because each day I carry them within myself. My parents had received a small background
history of me when I was five years old, so I always knew where I got my blonde
hair from and my blue eyes. Its been
hard for me to put my feelings about being adopted into words but I think, I
hope that I finally have through the following story I wrote. And if by chance my birthparents do come
across this site and my story, I would like you to know you are always in my
heart and I wish to say thanks, for I have turned out to be the daughter you
always hoped I would be due to the sacrifices you made 29 years ago.
A
Word of Thanks
"Because my parents
loved children so much they adopted three.." a quote from an artist's
exhibit displayed next to a photo of her parents.
From the time that I can
remember, I always knew I was adopted. My parents told me that they loved children
so much they adopted me even though they already had a child of their own. It
is because of their statement of love I rarely had my doubts about who I was or
where I belonged. For myself, I know I can look into the mirror and see the
reflection of my mother and father who sacrificed so much to give me life. For
I believe I have my mother's eyes, my father's nose and my grandmother's mouth.
I have never met these people, who gave me life, or seen a photo for that
mater, and yet every day they are truly a part of my life and a part of me
through my reflection in the mirror. But behind my reflection I see two other
images standing there. They are of the people who also have sacrificed
themselves for me. They are the ones that held me when I cried, picked me up
when I fell and encouraged my dreams to soar. For I have my father's ambition,
my mother's determination and my grandmother's compassion. My outward appearance
allows me to see my roots and where I have come from. My inner appearance
allows me to see where I am going and who I will be. My birthparents gave me a
past and my adoptive parents gave my a future. Each dependent on each other,
for one cannot exist without the other.