Strengthening the well-being of families formed through adoption.
Many adoptees choose to write about adoption in their college essays.
On a bleak wintry day in Russia, Angela was born weighing 3 pounds 7 ounces. Some babies as small as 3 lbs. do not survive, but this baby said, “I’m here, I’m strong and I’ll survive.” This baby’s world was a sad place at the time as her birth mother wasn’t able to take care of her so she asked the hospital to find the baby a good home. The baby said, “I’m here, I’m strong and I’ll survive.” The baby was brought to an orphanage where she wore old ragged clothes and was not fed enough. The caretakers would never pay any attention to her, and she was never held close because the orphanage thought that it would make her too attached, so if she was adopted it would be harder on her to leave. Shortly after arriving at the orphanage, the baby had to have an operation. She had to endure pain and fear all by herself with no one to comfort her but strangers, but the baby said, “I’m here, I’m strong and I’ll survive.” For most people their lives start when they’re born but for me, my life actually began 8 months later with an American citizenship and the beautiful new name of Abigail. Now I, that baby can say “I’m strong, I’ve survived, and I’m ready for everything that I’m supposed to have and be.” I’m blessed to have been given a second chance at life.
When most people think of a hero they would think of those who are strong, brave, and willing to conquer any obstacle that comes their way. That’s exactly who my mom was and still is. Imagine a world where everything is different from anything you’ve ever known; a new language, culture, and atmosphere. It’s one of the scariest things, but the thought of a love so powerful gave my mother the strength to conquer her mission of making me hers. Living life as an adopted child is a struggle that most people don’t even think about. I live every day with an identity with which I am only half familiar. I live a life with a heart full of curiosity. It’s like a puzzle piece; there are always those missing pieces that take a long time to find. With that comes an immense amount of patience and time as I still haven’t found those pieces just yet, but one day I will.
As I sit around the table with my family I notice we all don’t look the same. An emptiness that can only be felt by the touch of adoption. I wonder about the woman who walks around with the same face as I. Who do I see every day looking back at me in the mirror? I envision tigers in the their cage; one gets pulled into the monkey cage, and that one tiger loves those monkeys to death, but will never know what it’s like to experience life in the cage with its own kind. That’s what it’s like to be adopted. I selfishly thank God every day for not allowing my mom to find love; Otherwise, I may not be the daughter she loves today. A bitter sweet story I will always carry with me; it’s like the worst thing that can happen in your life, you suddenly, over time, realize it’s the best decision that anybody could have ever made. I know this because after a long, still continuous journey, I am home.
Voices of Adoptees
The most powerful insight into what it is like to be adopted comes from the voices of the adoptees themselves. These writings were created during many of the TBA groups.