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I’ve been talking about my siblings’ adoptions lately, and I thought I’d stick with that subject a while longer.
I’ve been talking about my siblings’ adoptions lately, and I thought I’d stick with that subject a while longer.
The first time we experienced an adoption, my brother was being adopted. He was in first grade. When my sister was adopted, she was also in first grade. My other brother was adopted in kindergarten. They all knew that they were being adopted at the time, though they might not have known exactly what adoption meant. I guess we have just always talked about foster care and their adoptions as they’ve gotten older, so in time, they have realized exactly what being adopted means.
My little sisters were two years old when they were adopted. The only thing that they knew at the time was that they got to wear pretty, poofy, very pink dresses that day. They also got new baby dolls. Other than that, they had no idea what was going on. Unlike my other siblings, they couldn’t understand what a courthouse was, or that we were supposed to be quiet and listen there. In the courtroom, they were scooting back and forth all over the benches in the back of the room, instead of sitting nicely with my parents in the front. They didn’t understand the severity and significance of the day.
So now I wonder about the future… Will my parents one day sit down with my little sisters and tell them that they are adopted? Will the girls just kind of figure it out as they get older, without ever being explicitly told? I don’t know, because we’ve never been in this situation before. But I think about it every once in a while, and wonder what the future holds in that area of life.
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
My little sisters were two years old when they were adopted. The only thing that they knew at the time was that they got to wear pretty, poofy, very pink dresses that day. They also got new baby dolls. Other than that, they had no idea what was going on. Unlike my other siblings, they couldn’t understand what a courthouse was, or that we were supposed to be quiet and listen there. In the courtroom, they were scooting back and forth all over the benches in the back of the room, instead of sitting nicely with my parents in the front. They didn’t understand the severity and significance of the day.
So now I wonder about the future… Will my parents one day sit down with my little sisters and tell them that they are adopted? Will the girls just kind of figure it out as they get older, without ever being explicitly told? I don’t know, because we’ve never been in this situation before. But I think about it every once in a while, and wonder what the future holds in that area of life.
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
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