Narrative Essay On Being Adopted

If someone were to ever tell my younger self that I would one day be one of five siblings, I would have never believed them. Unquestionably, my siblings are an enormous part of who I am; aspiring me to become an intelligent and an affectionate human being. Life doesn't always hurl obstacles in your way, but when it does, it can turn out to be completely disparate and even fascinating from the original thought. At the ripe old age of eleven years old, I was expected to step up to the plate and take care of my new adopted siblings, David and Alysa. Countless responsibilities, circumstances, and a world of authority and gratitude have shaped me along the way due to that one event. Indeed, I am grateful that my parents went through with the adoption because even though I had an impact on my adopted siblings, they have propelled me to become an exceptional brother, son, friend, and student.

I have always been the youngest. I was the youngest of a rather large family of seven. My parents, then two girls, then three boys. Me being the last of the boys. I was five when it all began. I was living in Sheffield, England and my parents had been thinking about adoption for a little while. One day when we all met in the conservatory for devotions, Mom and Dad walked in purposefully and started devotions by saying,”Kids, we have been thinking about adding a member to our family. We want to adopt.” The room got quieter and everyone was still while Mom and Dad waited for a reaction. I had absolutely no idea what in the world that meant, but the word sounded sharp so I liked it. I quickly learned that it meant “finding a kid whose parents couldn’t take care of them, and bringing them into our family and making them our son, or daughter, brother or sister.” I liked the idea and was all for it. Mom and Dad warned us that it would not be easy to adopt. We discussed the what it would take and what it would mean for us. I’ll admit I didn’t understand most of it, but I did understand that I was getting a new sibling, and that some things would change. If I only knew how much…

On a random Thursday morning in the middle of October, I became an orphan. I have always been independent and mature from a young age, but all that changed on a crisp day in November when I learned what it means to grow up. Something typically marked by a Bat Mitzvah or the acquisition of a driver’s license was, for me, marked by the arrest of my single mother.

Awhile back I was thinking about when our closed adoption was safe and secure because our boys were here with us and their family was across the world and couldn’t find them. They always knew they were adopted, it was never hidden, in fact it never could be hidden, since they were older when they joined our family.

It’s been a few weeks and it’s finally that day, it’s adoption day. We arrive at court all cheered up for this to finally be official. Before we walk into the room the judge says something to the foster parents and when they told me and my brother, I ran out of court and cried. They had said that on my birth certificate there was a different name for father, meaning I couldn’t get adopted. I told my brother to get adopted anyways I just wanted to know he was safe. I walked back in the courtroom with a smile on my face but i was dying on the inside.

In 1992, a woman gave birth to my sister and I. Due to unknown reasons, at some point during the first year, she left her twins at the doorsteps of a local police station. My sister and I were eventually placed in an orphanage in Addis Ababa, where we would then go on to be adopted and brought to the US. We grew up in a loving home with loving parents, and all of our needs met. Our childhood was ideal in many ways and I grew feeling up very blessed. Our adopted mother loved us so deeply, and our father was always a provider, stable, loving father.

Imagine a couple flying millions of miles to adopt two children who have been abandoned by their parents. They gave me a second chance at a better life in the US. It all started in 2001, Saint Petersburg Russia, Carrie and Brendan flew over the seas. Traveled to a tiny town called Luga to pick up my brother and I. I was dressed in a child's dress and two hot pink bows. I was too young to remember most of these events but I’ve been told many times how it went. I was very curious when my parents came to meet me in the orphanage that I stayed in.

Mark comes home one day to see both of his parents sitting at the table staring at him. A sense of suspicion creeps into his mind. His dad sternly requests Mark to sit down. At that moment, Mark’s parents inform him that he is adopted. As Mark recollects the event in his mind years later, that was the point where his life changed forever. Children around the world experience the life changing event and nothing prepared them for it, but it can be avoided through open adoption. The subject of adoption continues to be a problematic topic, but for the betterment of the people involved, open adoption brings the child a sense of wholeness, more information on the child’s background, and lessens the grief of the birth mother.

The man’s name was Rafael and his wife’s name was Isabella. Both came from España (Spain). They had already adopted 4 other children, all of which were boys. I say adopted but what really happened was that they found them living on the streets, the oldest only 5 and yet he was taking care of not only himself but the three other boys. They found them, opened their home and hearts to them, and then after about two months, they went through the whole ordeal of adopting them. Ever since the boys have been their children. They adopted me about a year after they found the boys. Even though we were they’re adopted children, they treated us like we were their own flesh and blood and that was all that mattered. Isabella was sweet and always had a smile on her face. She was always there for us. Rafael was stern, but kind. He taught us all how to defend ourselves, how to be strong. They taught me to accept how life was, to play the cards life dealt me, instead of wasting my time wishing for a different hand. I stayed with them for about 8 years and they were the happiest years of my life. As soon as I was old enough to understand they told me that I was adopted. They didn’t want lies between

While different from most people’s expectations, adoption can be a wonderful alternative to natural child birth. For people that can have their own biological children and for those that can not, adoption can be the solution to having a fulfilling family. The biological parents placing their children for adoption, the adopting parents, and the children being adopted all benefit greatly from adoption.

“Those who are highest in resilience are able to use their emotional resources flexibly to meet the demands of stressful situations”(psychology of life). January 2, 1999 I was born prematurely. Already set up for failure I was placed in the NICU. I wasn’t in there very long and I was eventually released to my birth mother who was 17 at the time. She was young and naive and had no clue how to raise a baby. Her parents helped as much as they could but it wasn’t easy for them. I went an entire weekend without food and that's just what I know of. On top of all that she was a drinker and did drugs. Not long after that I was placed into the care of DCF so she could straighten out her life but no matter what she would always return to her old ways and DCF gave up hope of

It was a cold, winter night. The wind blew against window, which the house sound like a tornado was happening outside. It was another lonely night, my parents were never home. They both had very successful jobs, they were always busy so they just me at home. They actually told me they bought a mansion closer to their work so, that meant I had to live alone. I am still grateful though, it could be worse. My original family, had abandoned me when I was a baby. The orphanage said they were delusional and that if it wasn’t for that I would be dead. I got up from my bed, pushing the blanket aside putting my head between my legs with my hands over my head. I removed my hands after a few seconds, I looked at my alarm clock on my midnight desk.

There are common ordeals and situations that can trouble a family emotionally, physically, and psychologically. Adoption is one situation a family must encounter when a child is born without a proper system of support to sustain life after birth. The causes for a family to make a heartfelt decision to place a child for adoption can have dramatic effects on the birth parents, adoptive parents, and child (Adoptee), even if the decision is meant for the best.

Adopting a child is an experience that promises to bring great joy as it changes a couple or individual’s life forever. But what happens if the mother of that child wants to endorse their child? Those are the issues that many adopting parents and birth-right mothers are facing today. Many biological mothers want their child back. There are many concerns for adopting parents to know- that there is the possibly that the birth mother may file for the child. As a birth mother or the adopting parent one must realize consequences that could lay ahead.

They brought me into their home with smiles, laughters and turned out I have a older brother. I don't remember a time where I did not know I was adopted. I always knew that I was adopted, I don't