My Story

Well, my story started on Sept 7th, 1982 when I was born. My mom wanted a child so much and could not have one on her own; when I was born and she got the phone call, it was the best day of her life. She was always very straight-forward with me and honest about my adoption. Since before I can even remember, she was telling me that I had other parents who loved me too. She would always tell me about my other mommy who had me in her tummy, loved me, and gave birth to me but knew I would have a better life with a very special person. When I was two, she bought me a book called "Why Was I Adopted?" which explained adoption in a very kid-friendly way. I can honestly say (thankfully) that there was never a time in my life that I have been shocked by or upset over the news of being adopted, it was just already known and understood. I will always be thankful to my mom for that; she didn't have to tell me or be open, but she did and is.