I always get a strange reaction from people when I tell them that I was adopted as a child. There�s always a �OH.. really?�� or some other reactionary response, look, sound, etc. To me, being an adopted child is a non issue, I guess to others it�s just different. Im often the only person they know who was adopted. A novelty I guess. People always want to know if I know my birth family, what happened, etc. I don�t mind sharing my story or the knowledge I have about the circumstances surrounding my adoption. It was never kept a secret in my family, which I believe is the best way to manage this sort of situation. My parents used to tell me that Santa Clause delivered me to them in Germany; little did they know that I spent many a Christmas Eve worried he was going to show up and take me back. That was about the extent of my adoption-trauma. It always worked out on Christmas day though..gifts do that for children.
From lederhosen clad Ralf Kaltenbach in Mannheim to Brooks Brothers wrapped Incognito Eyeque in Austin. I�ve clearly come a long way. It�s been a long road, but it was paved with gold thanks to my fantastic family. Adoption is a beautiful thing, no matter what the circumstances. Madonna, Gay Couples, Single parents. no matter who they are, they are giving the gift of opportunity to children who otherwise might not have a chance to shine in their own special way. That should only be met with enthusiasm and support.
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I just love the pics of little you in your literhosen...awww.....
Thanks, we all done good, didn't we?
Climbing up on Solbury Hill. I was going to say the Joan Crawford statement, but I will not. It is great to know there are loving and caring individuals that will take kids into their home and provide them a better life.
The usual reaction I get for being an adoptee: "I didn't know you were adopted!" I used to get that for being gay too, but people aren't as suprised about that as they used to be.
Those are some pretty damned precious pictures there.
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