Personal Narrative: Adoption

successfully women before bringing a child into the world. And I wish I could change my son

I’m BACK! I was in school studying phlebotomy for the last month and a half so now I’m studying for the state test and hoping to keep up with my blog again! Sorry about that, I hope you missed me like I missed you.

“ I’m pregnant and you're the father because I’ve only had sex with you in the last three months

Why don't I fit in with my family? That's the question I’ve been asking myself since I was eight years old. That question came up when my parents had my baby brother, his name is Elijah. Through my years I was picked on for having a white mom and dad. I never listened to them until I was 11 and a kid name Lilly asked me,

It was a frosty day. I felt a cold breeze blowing on my face. I saw children running around in the snow wearing matching hats and gloves. I noticed the moving van maneuvering its way to my driveway. I dragged my feet through the deep snow to the moving van.

I am happy to hear that everything is going well for you up in Carthage. You’ll soon be going off to Alaska and having the time of your life but make sure you stay safe, okay? When your finished with your Alaska trip I want you to come visit me so we can discuss me adopting you as my grandson. I know you're hoping that I’m “not be too depressed by our parting” (56) but it is hard not to be when you made such a big impact on my life. You made me feel like I had family again and I really do hope that you consider letting me adopt you. It would mean so much to me if you let me.

This is a story that no one knows a part of my life about. When I was 6 years old I was living on the streets with my brother, Sam, who was 4 at that time in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, near Russia. My parents who were bad people didn’t want to take care of us so they gave us to our grandma to take care of us. But when my grandma died she decided that the best thing to do was to put us on the streets where she knew I would take good care of both Sam and me. Sam and I had to learn how to survive on the streets as orphans for a couple of months. Every night I would always put bread under my pillow. I would share it with Sam when we got hiungry. We were on the streets for a couple of months. One day the Child Protective Service found us on

I remember the first time that I knew Leila was different from me. Her skin more caramel, features darker than both my mom and dad. My parents were more distant with Leila than they were with me, but I never knew why. They weren’t that affectionate to begin with, but I never remember them hugging, kissing, or saying I love you to Leila. So, one day, I asked Leila why she looked nothing like me.

A little bird once told me that I am the most adorable, sweetest woman that they’ve ever known. You know what I told them? Hahaha, I told them that my cuteness is just a feather in my mama’s cap of all things that she done accomplished in her time on this Earth. Even though when I was born, my daddy told her to put that ugly baby up for adoption, but she replied, “Don’t you dare look a gift horse in the mouth! You love your child because one day real soon she’ll be the apple of some other man’s eye and you are just going to be a bushel of sour grapes looking at them from afar.” Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours though, my momma decided that she didn’t wanna change horses midstream and stayed as cool as a cucumber for as long as I

My baby cousin was abandoned by her parents in California when she was six weeks old. Two years later she became my baby sister. This happened after my parents decided to adopt her. The process took longer than expected. I’m happy that things turned out like they did.

There are many subcultures that I consider myself a member of. Everything from Hip Hop culture, to regional, sports, and theater culture. However, there is one area that consists of countless members all over the world who share common phobias, beliefs, behaviors, and attitudes. That subculture is the world of parenting. When I became a parent my views on many things changed. Things like; television programming, to finances and time management. Someone speeding in my neighborhood did not have the same effect on me as it does now that I am a parent. Moreover, the mindset of a parent is one that is rarely understood by non-parents. For instance, when my son was born I felt a sense of overwhelming fear and an undying need to provide protection

The day was coming to an end and he was in his room playing games on his bright green cased phone. We had already had dinner and now I was chatting with my daughter and my son in law. Even though he was free to do whatever he wants, I would enjoy it more if he was down here talking to his parents and me, so I go upstairs to get him. In his room I find him chatting with a friend on the phone. After he hangs up, I go over to him and tell him, “No one these days has real conversations. It’s all on the phone.”

When I was six months old, I was adopted from Vladikavkaz, Russia. At the time of my birth, Vladikavkaz was war torn, and Russia had just recently become involved in the Second Chechen War. Due to the dangerous conditions of Vladikavkaz, my parents could not come directly to my orphanage to meet me. They made the long trip to St. Petersburg where they met me, and at that moment at just six months old, they became the only “real” parents I have ever known. For as long as I can remember, I have known that I was adopted. It wasn’t some big reveal that I can recall, it was just always something that had been a part of me. It wasn’t until I was a teenager, that I realized the significance of my childhood and my adoption. I began to realize, that

So I decided that it was a good idea I mean I'm lonely he's lonely we both need each other. I went on to sign some paper that will make me his guardian and then they told me that he was mine now and I was next to him and he started to cry again and I told him not to cry because we have each other and he smiled that light my whole world. In the car ride I tried asking him why he lied to me and the words just didn't come out. After a hour I had the guts to ask him that why he lied to me. So I ask him why did you lie to me?

Then he said, “You don’t have to worry about your daughter, she will be fine, we are going to take loving care of her or she might end up were going in a few, and you know where that’s is hu? just keep on talking”