We hear all about the adoptive parents side– how challenging it is, how difficult it is to raise traumatized children, but we never hear from the adoptive siblings point of view. All my life I have heard of what incredible parents I have (and I do), but never once has someone told me what an “incredible job” I have done or what my thoughts were on having adopted siblings. Mainly, because I was just a kid when it all begin. I understand that, and that’s okay. But I’d like to share my honest opinion on adoption.
When I was seven my parents started down the road of adoption, I was elated, so overwhelmed with excitement at the fact that I was going to have a new sister or brother. I remember meeting them for the first time, and they felt like family. We got along and we were happy. Until the baby boy started screaming in the car and the little girl was cussing me out at bedtime. I lost part of my parents the day my two new siblings got in the car and made the long journey home with us. I lost a part of myself that I’ll never have back again- and although that’s hard, I am thankful for it.