My family has accepted me from the first day. At times, they forget that I am adopted, though it is shockingly apparent to those who don’t know us.
My mother has had so many of those moments. Once as a teenager, I was fantasizing about what my own family might be one day. I said, “I wish I could have a red-headed child.” My mother said casually, “You could. I’m a red-head, your grandmother was a red-head … ” I asked her, as a smart teenager, “Have you looked at me lately?” And her response was, “Oh, I guess not.”
Another time, I sat with her at the Opryland Hotel bar. We ordered drinks, and the server asked for my identification. My mother was brooding as I produced proof of my age. She was fuming. I asked her what was wrong. She said, “I’m your mother. I wouldn’t allow you to drink if you were underage!” I tried not to laugh, and I calmed her by saying, “Mom, SHE doesn’t know that I’m your daughter.”
My sister is my parents’ biological daughter and six years my junior. We grew closer as we both reached early adulthood. One evening, we attended a Blue Nile concert in the Old Town area of Knoxville, Tennessee. We sat very close together, hugging and wrapping our arms around each other. Later, we noticed some disapproving looks. We were truly puzzled until we realized that we didn’t look like siblings.
In Puerto Rico, where my father’s family lives, they, too, have forgotten my biological roots. The first time my husband and I brought our infant son to the island, a cousin took us around to the city hall. There we found a photograph of my father’s grandfather, a former mayor. My cousin held up my infant son and said, “He looks just like him!” My husband and I smiled, enjoying the absolute love.
Oh how I am already guilty of this!! I have caught myself trying to recall my youngest two children's birthstories when I'm remembering our older three (biological) children's birthstories. Then I remember "oh yeah! I wasn't there!"
Your story about you and your sister was interesting. I'd never thought about that aspect of our childrens' lives. We are always questioned about their relationship to each other now when they are all young. But I guess that's not going to magically disappear when they are adults. :)
Thanks for your insight!
Thanks km. It's lovely to hear positive comments.
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