Friday, November 8, 2013

National Adoption Month

November is National Adoption Month! I wanted to take an opportunity to tell you my very own adoption story and why I think adoption in the United States is so important. Let's take a trip down memory lane for some not so great childhood memories pre-adoption:

My brothers and I were born into a very unstable home. My mother was a whore and my father was a drug dealer. We would go days without food because my mother was MIA and my father was constantly strung out on the couch. My older brother did his best to care for us, but you can only do so much with an empty refrigerator. On the days my parents were around, my father would beat our mom and send her to her room. He would make my brothers and I watch pornography on the couch together and try to touch us inappropriately during. We were abused physically, sexually and mentally but that was all we ever knew. Our view of what "love" was had been severely distorted. 

One day a big white van pulled up to our house. These people got out and tried to pull us away from our parents. I remember there was a lot of shouting and kicking- we were doing our hardest to get out of their grip. These people kept saying things to us like "We're taking you to a better home. You're safe now" but how did we know the difference? No matter how many horrible things our parents had done to us, they were all we had ever known and our world was crumbling as they dragged us out of our home. 

We spent years in the foster care system. Some houses were good, most houses were not so good. Older brothers of the foster home we were in touched me inappropriately and told me if I told anyone they would hurt me or my brothers. Other families told us we couldn't eat dinner with them because we weren't apart of the family. We had to wait until they were finished and then we could come eat the leftovers from the 'real family dinner'. Nobody wanted to keep us so we got used to keeping our suitcases packed and moving from house to  house. The only good thing was that they kept my two brothers and I together, which was rare. We were a team and as long as I had them, I felt like I could make it to the next doorstep we were dropped off to.

One day we arrived at a very different home. There was a mom, dad and even an older girl. They were nice. They included us in family dinners, bought us new clothes and even said words like "love" a lot! I did not know what the word love meant, but it felt nice when they said it. We waited for the day we would be moved out, but it never happened. The nice man and woman told us we could call them Mom and Dad if we wanted and that they were going to keep us forever if that sounded okay to us. We felt like this was a dream! Someone finally wanted us, all of us!

We had a lot of baggage to work through, but for the first time ever, somebody was helping us carry the load. We went through years of counselling to work through the memories that haunted our little minds. My new mom made me stand in the mirror and tell myself I was pretty. It took a long long time before I believed it. No little girl should ever have to go through the sick, self esteem ruining things I had to face. But thank God some nice family from a small town in Indiana took an interest in us. We worked through our issues together and I learned what a 'family' really was.

Please don't feel sorry for me. That's not what this is about. I was dealt a rough hand in the beginning of my life, but it has shaped me into the woman I am today and I am stronger because of those battles. I am sharing this story to talk about how grateful I am that we were able to have a second chance. My parents could have chosen to adopt from Africa or China, but they chose us. Three abused kids from a tiny town in Ohio. I don't even like thinking about what life would have been for us if they wouldn't have found us. Maybe we would have lived our entire life in the foster care system. Maybe we would have ended up just like our biological parents. 

I just wonder why we feel such a need to go elsewhere for adoption. I am not saying it's wrong to adopt a child from another country. I welcome the idea and am so happy for those lucky kids. But did you know that over 500,000 kids need homes right here in America? I was once apart of that number, but thank God my parents chose us. My heart will always be here, in the United States foster system, and I hope you would consider it too if you are thinking of adopting.

Happy National Adoption Month! Thanks to adoption I was able to have the kind of childhood every kid deserves, just a little later in the game. 




xoxo

6 comments:

  1. Your story made me cry, Britt. I'm so glad you found a good home long ago. You are an amazing woman! xoxox

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    1. Thank you so much, Lyndsay! I'm glad we've gotten to meet and become friends along the way. Xoxo

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  2. Lyndsay is right. You truly are amazing! I'm so happy you now have that darling dog and husband to care and love you!

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    1. Aw thank you so much, Michelle! I'm so happy I have those two, also. Don't know what I would do without them!

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  3. Oh you done a wonderful job on your story. As your second mom, remember I will always love you and care about you. I have watched you grow into a amazing young woman!!!

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    1. I love you, momma! Thanks for loving me!

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