I may have been adopted, but it is not who I am. I am more than that, maybe by personal choice, because I was adopted by parents that loved me or maybe both. Not every adopted child is that lucky. Reality is there are a number of bad, uncaring, and even abusive parents in this world, both adoptive and biological parents.

Being adopted changed things for me and in my life, but not life, the child I was or the adult that I have become. Kind of sounds silly?? Yes, I was different than most children in my school, I had questions, I was confused but at the end of the day I was still the same kid brushing my teeth staring back at myself. I even had thoughts and issues to work through about what this really meant for me and how did it fit into my life. In the end my life was still my life with my mom and dad and living a normal, happy childhood with just a few more roads to discover and travel down.

Does how your parents (meaning - adoptive) choose to parent you, raise you, and teach you that there is no differences being adopted have an impact on how you deal with being adopted? This as a great impact on a child, how they see themselves, and how they cope, it is the foundation of the child’s life.

My parents were not perfect and made their mistakes but what parent is without faults. I struggle with being adopted, my feelings, the unknown, others views of adoption, becoming a mother myself, the pregnancy and birth of my daughter, adoption of my children and so much more.

Being adopted is part of me but not who I am. I am Abby a daughter, wife, mother, sister, and a friend that just happens to be adopted. This was the greatest gift my parents gave me as a child. I know that I was not conceived by them but the person I am was conceived by their desire for a child and to become my mom and dad.