|My Mom, Me and Dad…Unknown man holding me.|
Adopted or Not Adopted?
This is a very uneasy subject for me as I am not sure how some members of my family will react when I share with them that I am adopted; specifically, the one’s I am researching on my parent’s tree. (adopted)
I also am concerned how my birth mother will deal with the issue surrounding my adoption as I embrace and fully express who I am through my writings and my genealogical research. There is so much healing that needs to happen with her.
|My Parents and My brother Marshall|
I am more than my Adoption, and it is at this time, today, that I choose to really embrace me! I choose to share my story, I choose to accept and embrace all of me; Not just the part of me that keeps everyone in my family comfortable. How long am I to keep others comfortable? I know I was supposed to be swept under the rug? I am here though…Now what do you do with me?
Being Adopted in and of itself is not difficult for me, because frankly, I do not have a problem with having parents that could take care of me….I feel totally blessed.
|2.5 years in sandbox|
However, there has been times that I have cringed at the thought of telling family members that I have recently united with that I am adopted. I fear that if I share with them my status, they will think, “What authority does she have to be the family historian and researcher?”
I do my genealogy out of Love of both of my parents Walter and Betty Porter, who raised me. When they adopted me, everything they had became mine. I am a part of them as they are a part of me. I feel that my adoption was predestined.
|3 years old at Preschool|
I was adopted at four months old by loving, hard-working, wonderful parents who provided for me well into adulthood. These two people are my parents. Then I have parents that birthed me into this world. I want to know the four sides of my Roots. I have a concept that my birth family are my Biological Roots and my family that adopted me are my Spiritual Roots.
My birth search began when I was 18 years old. My parents were supportive of my desire to know, but really were not interested in the details as they felt that I was their daughter, and I believe there might have been some fear that they might lose me. Of course that did not happen. I had to be true to myself. I felt that is was very important to know who I was and to know something about my background.
I had the opportunity to meet my birth mother when I was twenty-one. Even though there had been a lack of contact over the years, nonetheless, we did keep in contact. I would love to have a close relationship with my birth mother, but only time will tell.
|My Mother and Brother Marshall who also was adopted|
I met my birth father’s family, and I feel very connected to them. There are times I feel that I am not connected enough. They have always embraced me, and made me feel that I belong in this family. It has been Eighteen Years since I found my Father’s family and Twenty years since I found my Mother. It is so difficult being the new “One.” I don’t think they see it like that, but I have to learn everyone’s names, faces, and not to mention the children get older, have children of their own and the vicious cycle begins….Who Are YOU Folks????
|My Sister (Found her at 24 years old)|
There are times I feel like I missed out on them but they missed out on me too.
Discovering who you are is not for the weak because it really can be a roller coaster.
The other reason I am sharing is because I am going to begin sharing my Birth Families Research, Pictures, and Documents. It is time I Embrace Me, and I hope I can take you on my Journey.