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I always find that there is a side of adoption that doesn’t seem to get talked about quite as much as the rest. Adopted children are often asked to share their stories. Their adoptive parents are also generally given an open forum for talking about their motivations for adopting. But I always find the birth family isn’t often acknowledged, specifically in the media and our culture.
If and when a birth mother is given a significant story line in either fiction or non-fiction, it usually is talking about the circumstances that caused her to give-up her babies or young children, or what caused her babies or young children to be taken from her.
I love adoption. I think it is an amazing and beautiful thing.
And I truly believe that without adoption, I wouldn’t be alive.
She found us
I wasn’t adopted, but my mom had a baby when she was fifteen years old and gave her up for adoption. The statistics of couples that stay together while raising an infant born during their adolescence definitely point to me not being here if my mother hadn’t made that choice.
I didn’t know my mother and father had had this baby when I was younger. I didn’t know about the baby until she, as an adult, searched for her birth parents and found them together with two young children. I was eleven.
To say my life changed would be an understatement… but every single change was for the better. My sister is an incredibly strong and smart individual and we are very close. She is definitely my hero and I am so proud to have her as a sister.
It’s been so long now, we are just sisters; we were pretty much just sisters from the start. She is as much a part of our family as I am, and she is a part of me.
It’s also been so long now that we don’t have to tell the story that we didn’t always know each other to everyone we meet. The people who have been in our lives from the time we met already know… and the new people in our lives only know who we are now and what our relationship is now.
Occasionally, the story comes up in conversation and we do tell people who have never known us in any other context. The reactions range anywhere from endearing…
– “That is so sweet. It is so nice to see you two having such a marvellous relationship now.”
… to hurtful
– “Oh… so she’s not your real sister?”
And there is the occasional disbelief, but probably not in the sense you’re thinking:
– “Pft, whatever. Adopted. Yeah right. By a family that looks exactly like you.”
It’s true. We do look alike. I have a photo of my mother, my sister and I at the same age, side-by-side… there’s no doubt we’re all related.
When people accuse her of not being my “real” sister… that’s the one that gets to me the most. She is my sister. Not only is she 100% biologically my sister… she is my sister in every other sense of the word. I’ve had her in my life for more years now than not. We are close friends. We talk every day. She constantly inspires me and helps me. I don’t know how I would have gotten through high school without her.
She is my sister. She is a part of me.
And yeah… I’m the bio family. I’m the family that’s not often talked about when the discussion of adoption comes up – certainly not biological siblings. But we do exist. Whether we’re 100% blood siblings or half siblings, we are “real” siblings and we are affected by the adoption too.