Adoption

I don't hear many stories coming from a child who is adopted so ill like to share mine. I was 6 when I was taken into the Foster System and yet I could remember how my life was before then. A sudden change can affect a lot in your mind and in your memories. I'll say one of my worries is losing those memories of who I was before I was adopted, memories with my biological mother.

My Biological mother was sick and she was taking care of not only me but my older brother who was 9, lets call him James. My mother has been through a lot because she already raised 6 or 7 older brothers. Surprisingly we were all guys. Since we lived in Pennsylvania and my other brothers lived in Massachusetts we would go visit them from time to time. Yes, ill admit me and my brother weren't the brightest at the time because our father was not in the picture and it was hard to be a single mother trying to raise us both. One day I can remember returning from school one day with my older brother James and finding the strange people in my Living Room. The moment is blurry to me but I remember they told us to pack our bags cause we were leaving at the moment. Since this was all new to me I was feeling anything. I didn't feel like I was ever going to see my mom again.

That's where our life came to a pause. We left everything how it was and it was like we were going to start a brand new life. But we didn't know that yet. We ended up going with these people and ended up in an office witch had a playroom, I'm still confused with what was going on and this was all unfamiliar territory. I didn't wanna do anything except sit but it was okay cause I had my brother with me. They gave us toys I guess to calm us down. We were waiting for something but we were still unsure what it was, but soon after my foster parents walked into the room. We went into their car and they took us to their home. They asked us many questions and yes I was a smart little kid at the time surprisingly.

The court let us visit our mother from time to time and she was always there and it would be amazing she would get us snacks and toys and games and I loved just seeing her every time. I get emotional thinking about it. We would play board games, eat outside and just have a fun time and I would cry every time we had to leave, I was just a kid and I wanted to be with my mom. But back with my foster parents, we gave them a hard time but we didn't mean it. Foster children that are brought into the Foster system are not bad kids, it's just that they have been through stuff that you can't just understand. Simply because their kids, you believe that you can change them but you really cant. But what I guarantee would work is Love and Affection but don't overdo it. I do believe children need punishment to learn from their mistakes but you cant always be rude and hateful to these children their needs to be a balance.

A few years later living with my foster parents I would've thought I was going to go back to be with my mom but that just never happened and my Foster parents have decided to adopt me and I remember going into that court and watching everything go down and I was sad because its something I didn't want but my mom couldn't take cares us. Growing up I never really liked telling people I was adopted because I would think people would see me differently, and all I wanted to do was to feel like I fit in. I told very few people.

Now I see my Foster parents as my parents because they gave me everything I could've need. Even though I know some people have it better, some others have it worse.

And that's my story.