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One of life's greatest rollercoaster rides is the ride of childbirth and childcare. This process can include the unique world of adoption. Just what is adoption and who is affected by this awesome and detailed process? Should we tell the child or keep it a secret? Do we really want children to meet and get to know their biological family? And the question of the day is what happens when a child that has been adopted meets their biological family? There are a lot of things that float within the minds of adopted children. If you are a parent that has adopted a child, you must read this book. If you were adopted, you must read this book. A descendent of Harriet Ross Tubman was given up for adoption and found his way back to his roots, and now has two loving mothers to show for it.

 

 

 

       I spent countless hours asking myself the question of which family do I belong to. Am I member of this family or the other family? I will never forget (this is a must read) I was at the family reunion of my adopted family. They heard that I was a preacher and a motivational speaker so they asked me to speak at the Sunday service. After the service we all embraced, ate and said our goodbyes. Before that happened, we had an eventful weekend. Friday night was a night where we all met family members that we had never met. Saturday we took a tour of the city and boarded a boat for a dinner cruise. It was a wonderful weekend. However the most unique thing happened at the “meet and greet” session on Friday night. As I was standing in the dinner line a couple of cousins approached me with a third cousin that I never had the honor of meeting. They introduced me to the other cousin and after smiling and hugging and trying to piece together the family tree as to where we all belong, they laid a bombshell on me. “Boy, he looks just like Uncle Robert doesn’t he?”All of a sudden emotions began to run through my mind like people running in one of those old Godzilla movies. Didn’t they know that I couldn’t look like their uncle? They didn’t know my history but I couldn’t help but think to myself that they were saying that I looked like a family member and I was not a biological family member. Maybe I had been a part of the family for so long that I was beginning to look like one of them. I never said a word but inside I was beginning to think that I just didn’t fit. I begin to wonder if any of the millions of adopted people in the world were thinking that they don’t fit. The problem that was beginning to arise for me is that I was feeling that I don’t fit but if I ever mentioned these feelings would I hurt those that have invested so much to my development as an individual. I was raised to consider the feelings of others and it has caused me to become very sensitive to the feelings of others. This was now the foundation of my problem. I was beginning to become so afraid that if I mentioned anything about my biological roots that I would hurt my mother that sacrificed so much for me.

 

 

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