This past week has been a total roller coaster ride, and because of that I have really been feeling the need to write. You know, I started this blog because I wanted to share my life with whoever was willing to read about it. With the recent events going on, I really wanted to share it with you all. I want to share more about who I am. In the next few weeks, I will be sharing my adoption story.
I am adopted.
Adopt : verb: to take by choice into a relationship; especially : to take voluntarily (a child of other parents) as one’s own child
Adoption : noun: the act of adopting : the state of being adopted
Growing up, I have always known I was adopted. It was never a secret. We celebrated the anniversary of my adoption every year. We watched the video of little Natasha meeting her new mom and dad for the first time every so often. Mom and dad spoke certain words in Russian, and still do. I was raised to be proud of who I was, where I came from. I was raised knowing that adoption was a huge part of who I was.
I was adopted at the age of 3, from Yekaterinburg, Russia. I was born into a family that at the time, could not take care of me. It was best that I was taken away, and put into the system. After being treated for some medical issues, I was put into an orphanage, and was there for about a year.
One of my favorite stories to this day is one that my mom likes to tell me. It goes along the lines of something like this:
“Dad and I received a few photos in the mail of little children in Russia. We took the photos out and I saw yours. Right away I said to dad “I WANT THAT LITTLE GIRL!” I knew I had to have you. I was going to take you home.”
That story is what adoption means to me. I was chosen. I was wanted. I was loved.
I was given a second chance at life. I grew up surrounded by endless amounts of love. I was given the best opportunities. I was given happiness. I was given a chance to succeed. I was given the opportunity to be a real kid. I was given life.
I am who I am, because of adoption.
I know that everyone’s adoption story is different, however, I really like to think my story is a success story. And for that, I am proud. I am proud to be me. I am proud of where I came from. I am proud of the person I have grown to be. I am proud of my story.
I am proud to be adopted.
I’m Natasha. I am adopted.