Robyn, reunited:
adoption, family, and learning how to fly
If you think you know what a bear hug feels like, you don’t. All the time I had spent wondering if we were supposed to shake hands or just go in for the hug became pointless as soon as she walked through the door. Instead of thought, something very close to instinct took over. I clutched onto her like she would disappear if I let go.
As you might have noticed, I’ve been asked a lot of questions about my experience with adoption. It seems that this blog has become an outlet for answering those questions after years and years of thought. I think one question I was asked that is probably the most important to answer is: “Why did they just give you away?”
I went home and complained to my parents about how the other kids thought I was homeless, and I didn’t know how to answer them with kindness because the only thing I felt was anger. I thought they were ignorant and rude. It took me some time, and by time I mean years, but now I actually applaud the ones that asked the silly questions. I realize now that these were the kids trying to find common ground.
My beautiful family was created through adoption - my older brother was adopted from South Korea, and I was adopted right here in the state of Arkansas. We have both learned about true love through our adoption stories, even though they are quite different. Without God's grace, I wouldn't be here to tell my story of how it all came full circle to reuniting with my biological family, almost 20 years later.
