On Thursday a snow storm came through our state. Normally these "snow storms" are really just ice storms but to my surprise, it actually was snow. The good snow too. The kind where you can have a snowball fight and build a snowman. Normally we don't get this type of snow, it's normally really dry and you can't do anything with it.
I really honestly believe that this snow was for me. Probably not just for me, but for me nonetheless. A few weeks ago i was telling my husband that I was starting to relate winter with just cold, nasty weather, and no fun. I have always known winter to be snowboarding, ice skating, sledding, hot chocolate, you know things like that. I have never lived in any other state then this one but for all my life since I was three years old I have been on the mountains every thanksgiving break, Christmas break, and spring break. I got a seasons pass to snowboard because I snowboard so much during the winter. Not just like one or two days, it was weeks. That is all I have ever known, and honestly my heart is breaking because I am afraid I am never going to snowboard again. My husband doesn't ever care to learn how to snowboard which breaks my heart all over again because he doesn't even know how wonderful and amazing it is. Anyway, so I believe God sent me some good snow for me to enjoy. It was truly a blessing to me. I didn't go snowboarding, although I do have my snowboard with me, but I did bust out my snowboarding pants and coat and went out and played with my husband and dog scout.
I know this may sound weird, but I honestly feel the most confident and most beautiful in my snowboarding clothes. I always thought I grew up in the wrong state. I would give everything to move to Colorado and live there, I just got to get my husband to go and see what it is like. All he ever talks about is going fishing, hunting, driving a jeep. He needs to get to Colorado. They have roads there that are just for jeeps; if you aren't driving a jeep then you can't drive on that road. He just knows it's cold there and doesn't want to go. he hasn't ever been there. Not fair if you ask me. :-)
Anyway. I wanted to talk about the title of this blog for a little bit.
I know I told you that someone referred to their child as the adopted one.
I want to tell you why it bothered me so much
I know that I am a wife, a friend, a future mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and many other things. But never once throughout my life did I ever refer to my siblings as my adopted siblings. I mean when I explained my story I did but I always said that my siblings are my real siblings. I do have biological siblings but I don't refer to them as my biological siblings.
I also have attention deficit disorder and almost got held back in the first and fifth grade. I would be devastated if my brother referred to me as the A.D.D. sister or the not so smart sister. Which isn't true by any means, just because I was going to be held back does not mean I wasn't smart. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it wasn't necessary to refer to her child as the adopted child. I feel like she was separating that child out.
I mean my parents have no reason to say my adopted child because we are all adopted but nevertheless, they don't point out that we are adopted either. It's not like they say, "these are our adopted children" because they are ashamed that they couldn't have children of their own.
I'm thankful for those who do adopted don't get me wrong, I just don't think it is right for the parent to separate them out and referring to them as their adopted child will do just that. I guess what I'm trying to get across is that I don't want anyone to refer to their child as the adopted one. The middle, the eldest, the youngest are all great ways to refer to which child you are talking about but not the oldest, the youngest, the middle, and the adopted one.
I am sure that this person loves their child dearly, don't get me wrong. She may have meant nothing by it, or even realized how it may have sound to me or someone who is adopted. My heart just went out to all those who may be referred to like this because being adopted is nothing to be ashamed about, but at the same time, I don't think it is something you should be referred as. There is no reason to separate between your biological child from your adopted child, because your biological child can come out looking nothing like you or disliking you with a passion but your adopted child may love you more than anything and look just like you.
You aren't just bonded by blood, you are bonded by love. And Love is all that matters.
God has a plan for all of his children and if you think about it, God adopts us into his family when we ask for forgiveness of our sins and I know he never once would refer to me as his adopted child.
Just something to think about.
The Adopted One
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Lazy Sunday
So I want to tell you why I believe in God. I will always tell you that God will provide. I know this is hard to believe expecially when you have to take a leap of faith. So I told you that I left the Deli to take the job at the school. Well I knew by doing that I was taking HUGE pay cut but I really have always felt this is where God wants me to be. Well I knew I could take on another job but didn't really want to work so late or a ton of hours because I am married and I am in school.
So get this. Today a girl in our nursery quit. I know isn't that great! I mean it did cause a ton of stress on the other lady in the nursery but there was only one kid so it wasn't to bad, it just fustrated her a bit. SO they are considering me for the job! I know it's awesome. Some extra money and some experience working with all age groups. :-)
At a very young age I told you that my parents told each of my siblings that we were all adopted. They told us all before we can even remember and all in different situations. With my brother they were actually watching Opera and it was a show about when to tell your child they were adopted. My Mom looked at my dad, they were feeding my brother at the time and he was like 1 years old, and asked, "When should be tell Phillip?" and my dad replied, "How about now?" He then turned to Phillip and said, "Phillip you are adopted" he looked at my dad and replied, "Nooooo." He obviously had no idea what they were saying but my parents wanted us to always know. They did not want us to grow up and find out that we have been lied to all of our lives.
The fact that I have always known I was adopted did not change my relationship with my parents. They are my parents, they are the ones that taught me how to walk, talk, they change my diapers and feed me, kept me warm. They have loved and cared for all of my life. Does that means my biological parents did not?
No. I would guess that in most cases that the reason why children are put up for adoption isn't because the parents want their child to have a better life, it's mostly because the adult doesn't want the child to mess up their life. So although they are doing the right thing for the child, their motive is not in the right place.
I can tell you that most people I have met who are adopted either have no desire at all to meet their biologcal parents or they want to but are to scared that they will be disappointed with what they find. Most people do not have what I have.
The day I was born, my biologcal mother said to me, "I want to meet you again someday."
So get this. Today a girl in our nursery quit. I know isn't that great! I mean it did cause a ton of stress on the other lady in the nursery but there was only one kid so it wasn't to bad, it just fustrated her a bit. SO they are considering me for the job! I know it's awesome. Some extra money and some experience working with all age groups. :-)
At a very young age I told you that my parents told each of my siblings that we were all adopted. They told us all before we can even remember and all in different situations. With my brother they were actually watching Opera and it was a show about when to tell your child they were adopted. My Mom looked at my dad, they were feeding my brother at the time and he was like 1 years old, and asked, "When should be tell Phillip?" and my dad replied, "How about now?" He then turned to Phillip and said, "Phillip you are adopted" he looked at my dad and replied, "Nooooo." He obviously had no idea what they were saying but my parents wanted us to always know. They did not want us to grow up and find out that we have been lied to all of our lives.
The fact that I have always known I was adopted did not change my relationship with my parents. They are my parents, they are the ones that taught me how to walk, talk, they change my diapers and feed me, kept me warm. They have loved and cared for all of my life. Does that means my biological parents did not?
No. I would guess that in most cases that the reason why children are put up for adoption isn't because the parents want their child to have a better life, it's mostly because the adult doesn't want the child to mess up their life. So although they are doing the right thing for the child, their motive is not in the right place.
I can tell you that most people I have met who are adopted either have no desire at all to meet their biologcal parents or they want to but are to scared that they will be disappointed with what they find. Most people do not have what I have.
The day I was born, my biologcal mother said to me, "I want to meet you again someday."
Friday, January 22, 2010
As for me
So I told you that I work at a Deli
Well now i'm going to be working at the college I go to in the education department. It will be better for me in the long run. The deli was really understanding and I'm thankful that if I am ever in the need of a job I can return there.
I wanted to tell you a little about me, I am not really giving anything away because we all know that I was adopted in the long run. I wanted to tell you a little bit about how it has effect me and my lifestyle.
At a very young age my parents decided to tell each of my siblings that we were adopted.
My parents could not have children. When my parents were trying to have children, medicine was not what is now. All the types of treatments for women and even suragate mothers were very experimental. However my mom was very determine to have children of her own.
My mother drove down many weekends to texas to get treatments and while my mom was gone my Dad stayed in town to work. One afternoon while my mom was gone my father got a call. The call was about my brother. One of my parents friends knew my parents were having trouble getting pregnant and was going to offer the idea of adoption. The friend had a family and baby in mind and asked my father if he was interested in adopting him. Instead of my loving father asking if it was okay he just commited. He did call her either because he had no way of contacting her, because cell phones were nonexisting. When my mother came home my father told her the news and she was not at all happy. She was not happy until she held my brother in her arms. The child was no longer the adopted child but her son.
My father always tells me that we may not be bonded by blood but we are bonded by love. My mother and father then adopted me about four years later and then my little sister two years later. They decided to tell us that we were adopted before any of us can remember. My brothers first sentence was "I Love You" and my first word was "daddy." But what was said to me within the first moments of my life from my birthmother is what really helped mold me into who I am today...
Well now i'm going to be working at the college I go to in the education department. It will be better for me in the long run. The deli was really understanding and I'm thankful that if I am ever in the need of a job I can return there.
I wanted to tell you a little about me, I am not really giving anything away because we all know that I was adopted in the long run. I wanted to tell you a little bit about how it has effect me and my lifestyle.
At a very young age my parents decided to tell each of my siblings that we were adopted.
My parents could not have children. When my parents were trying to have children, medicine was not what is now. All the types of treatments for women and even suragate mothers were very experimental. However my mom was very determine to have children of her own.
My mother drove down many weekends to texas to get treatments and while my mom was gone my Dad stayed in town to work. One afternoon while my mom was gone my father got a call. The call was about my brother. One of my parents friends knew my parents were having trouble getting pregnant and was going to offer the idea of adoption. The friend had a family and baby in mind and asked my father if he was interested in adopting him. Instead of my loving father asking if it was okay he just commited. He did call her either because he had no way of contacting her, because cell phones were nonexisting. When my mother came home my father told her the news and she was not at all happy. She was not happy until she held my brother in her arms. The child was no longer the adopted child but her son.
My father always tells me that we may not be bonded by blood but we are bonded by love. My mother and father then adopted me about four years later and then my little sister two years later. They decided to tell us that we were adopted before any of us can remember. My brothers first sentence was "I Love You" and my first word was "daddy." But what was said to me within the first moments of my life from my birthmother is what really helped mold me into who I am today...
Sunday, January 17, 2010
There's a Chip on my Shoulder
♪♫There's a chip on my shoulder And it's big as a boulder With the chance I've been given I'm gonna be driven as hell♪♫ -Legally Blonde
I thought I was really serious about school but I'm finding I need to study more, put more into my school. So starting right after this post I'm going to invest more time into my studies.
Another thing I would like to tell you about my husbands birthday is next month. I never make a big deal about my birthday but I love making a big deal out of his.
I don't know what to do for his birthday. I have tickets to go see a muscial but I'm not sure if that is something HE would be interested in. I thought it would be fun to go stay in a hotel but not sure if he should miss another Sunday. Maybe I could ask off work for the Friday before it too so we could stay the night Friday night. hmmm... I got some time but I would like to start planning now.
Anyway.
I left off my parents planning a wedding.
At about 5 months things started to take a turn. My dads father had leukemia and the stress and financial bills to the hospital was putting a lot of weight on my fathers shoulders. At this point my mother was feeling really bad for being pregnant before being married and went to her best friend Ken and told him that she wanted to make sure they were still friends. They spent some time together and Pat was understanding about it and didn't seem to mind all he wanted was for her to be happy. Ken came back with flowers and milk duds and told my mom that he didn't just wanted to be friends that he loved her. She was deeply confused. Some things happened and my father got really upset and sad because he knew he was losing my mother, including my father punching a wall. My father viewed it as love and loyalty and my mother viewed it as being over protective and possessive. Neither was wrong or right, they were both very young.
Needless to say, my parents broke up. Ken and my mom did not immediately become an item but they did date. They met on the capital building and ate milk duds.
At this point my mother did not know what to do as far as me. When she first became pregnant she did think about abortion but what the idea left just as fast it came. She knew that wasn't an option. She wanted to see me grow up and raise me with my biological father. But now, now she wasn't with my father anymore and she needed to figure out if she was going to keep me or not.
I thought I was really serious about school but I'm finding I need to study more, put more into my school. So starting right after this post I'm going to invest more time into my studies.
Another thing I would like to tell you about my husbands birthday is next month. I never make a big deal about my birthday but I love making a big deal out of his.
I don't know what to do for his birthday. I have tickets to go see a muscial but I'm not sure if that is something HE would be interested in. I thought it would be fun to go stay in a hotel but not sure if he should miss another Sunday. Maybe I could ask off work for the Friday before it too so we could stay the night Friday night. hmmm... I got some time but I would like to start planning now.
Anyway.
I left off my parents planning a wedding.
At about 5 months things started to take a turn. My dads father had leukemia and the stress and financial bills to the hospital was putting a lot of weight on my fathers shoulders. At this point my mother was feeling really bad for being pregnant before being married and went to her best friend Ken and told him that she wanted to make sure they were still friends. They spent some time together and Pat was understanding about it and didn't seem to mind all he wanted was for her to be happy. Ken came back with flowers and milk duds and told my mom that he didn't just wanted to be friends that he loved her. She was deeply confused. Some things happened and my father got really upset and sad because he knew he was losing my mother, including my father punching a wall. My father viewed it as love and loyalty and my mother viewed it as being over protective and possessive. Neither was wrong or right, they were both very young.
Needless to say, my parents broke up. Ken and my mom did not immediately become an item but they did date. They met on the capital building and ate milk duds.
At this point my mother did not know what to do as far as me. When she first became pregnant she did think about abortion but what the idea left just as fast it came. She knew that wasn't an option. She wanted to see me grow up and raise me with my biological father. But now, now she wasn't with my father anymore and she needed to figure out if she was going to keep me or not.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Day Two
So I think i forgot to tell you.
I got a job! Hooray
I'm working at a Deli at a local grocery store. It was pretty good the first day, however I worked more hours than I was planning on and didn't eat before I went. I was starving.
I guess I'll continue on my adoption story.
The night my biological parents found out they were having a baby, my mother immediately wanted to tell her parents. Her and my father went to her parents house, it was in the middle of the night so they were sleeping. She woke her father up and said "Dad, I'm pregnant" and he did not respond with anger or disappointment, but with love and sincerity he replied, "Congratulations."
My grandparents and parents grew up in the catholic faith. In that faith most believe birth control is a form of abortion and sex before marriage is a sin. So it was a great surprise to find my grandparents not disappointed but full of love and understanding. My grandparents love their children and want to do everything they can to show their love and support.
From there they started to plan a wedding. My parents had ever intention of getting married but the ideal steps were not taken. They went to the priest at their church to dedicate me and for pre-marriagal counseling and the priest there said I was pretty much unholy in gods eyes. My mother was devastated but fortunately she went to her university priest and he was full of love and compassion and prayed over me and for my parents. Although some things can not be mended things were looking well. My parents were in love and they were going to get married and raise me, however some things were about to take a drastic turn.
I got a job! Hooray
I'm working at a Deli at a local grocery store. It was pretty good the first day, however I worked more hours than I was planning on and didn't eat before I went. I was starving.
I guess I'll continue on my adoption story.
The night my biological parents found out they were having a baby, my mother immediately wanted to tell her parents. Her and my father went to her parents house, it was in the middle of the night so they were sleeping. She woke her father up and said "Dad, I'm pregnant" and he did not respond with anger or disappointment, but with love and sincerity he replied, "Congratulations."
My grandparents and parents grew up in the catholic faith. In that faith most believe birth control is a form of abortion and sex before marriage is a sin. So it was a great surprise to find my grandparents not disappointed but full of love and understanding. My grandparents love their children and want to do everything they can to show their love and support.
From there they started to plan a wedding. My parents had ever intention of getting married but the ideal steps were not taken. They went to the priest at their church to dedicate me and for pre-marriagal counseling and the priest there said I was pretty much unholy in gods eyes. My mother was devastated but fortunately she went to her university priest and he was full of love and compassion and prayed over me and for my parents. Although some things can not be mended things were looking well. My parents were in love and they were going to get married and raise me, however some things were about to take a drastic turn.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Once Apon A Time
Tonight was an inspiration to me.
It happened in my math class. We were going around introducting ourselves, like you do in every one of your classes on your first day. And one of the people in my class said "My adopted one" and it really struck a nerve.
I don't think I've told you this but I am adopted.
So hearing a parent refer to their child as "the adopted one" really bothered me.
So I want to write my story. We'll start with the beginning, the intro.
I was born in southern texas by two loving people. My mother was 19 when she became pregnant and my father was 20. They are both very passionate about soccer, that is actually how they met. My father was her coach. Before you become to shocked, remember the age difference, not that bad in all reality.
My parents where the type of people who never dated. My mother up until she got married only had 3 boyfriends her whole life. My parents did love each other very much. Although they loved each other some bumps and a fork in the road came along for me. The decision was made to put me up for adoption to give me a better life.
It happened in my math class. We were going around introducting ourselves, like you do in every one of your classes on your first day. And one of the people in my class said "My adopted one" and it really struck a nerve.
I don't think I've told you this but I am adopted.
So hearing a parent refer to their child as "the adopted one" really bothered me.
So I want to write my story. We'll start with the beginning, the intro.
I was born in southern texas by two loving people. My mother was 19 when she became pregnant and my father was 20. They are both very passionate about soccer, that is actually how they met. My father was her coach. Before you become to shocked, remember the age difference, not that bad in all reality.
My parents where the type of people who never dated. My mother up until she got married only had 3 boyfriends her whole life. My parents did love each other very much. Although they loved each other some bumps and a fork in the road came along for me. The decision was made to put me up for adoption to give me a better life.
One Year and Six Months
One year and six months ago
I married my husband.
It is absolutely incredible how amazing the past year and half has been
It's been pretty up and down but non the less it's been awesome.
I am still currently unemployeed with no health insurance but I know God will provide.
I am have a ton of great ideas for our youth group
I cannot wait to put them into action.
I absolutely love my husband
His eyes are doing really good and we don't go back to the eye doc for a month which is great.
Even though his eyes are not at their full potential he is already able to see better than he could before the surgery.
I am so happy for him.
Well now i have to get ready for class.
Have a wonderful day!
I married my husband.
It is absolutely incredible how amazing the past year and half has been
It's been pretty up and down but non the less it's been awesome.
I am still currently unemployeed with no health insurance but I know God will provide.
I am have a ton of great ideas for our youth group
I cannot wait to put them into action.
I absolutely love my husband
His eyes are doing really good and we don't go back to the eye doc for a month which is great.
Even though his eyes are not at their full potential he is already able to see better than he could before the surgery.
I am so happy for him.
Well now i have to get ready for class.
Have a wonderful day!
Monday, January 11, 2010
So a few things have changed
my life has recently changed in a few ways... some good some not so good.
We'll start with the not so good.
I quit my job at the bank. Good but not so good when it's been hard to find another job.
Hopefully something works out soon because I could really use a job.
The good news is my husband got eye surgery.
A PRK to be exact.
It's been pretty entertaining around here.
I had a interview for a job and they have been giving me the run around but as far as I can tell I'm the only one that the manager wants to hire. So as soon as he gets the go light from the store itself he'll give me a call.
So hopefully that works out soon.
That's all that's been going on around here.
School started today
I only have one more year to go and then I'll be done. So this time next year I'll be starting my semester of student teaching :-D Hooray!
We'll start with the not so good.
I quit my job at the bank. Good but not so good when it's been hard to find another job.
Hopefully something works out soon because I could really use a job.
The good news is my husband got eye surgery.
A PRK to be exact.
It's been pretty entertaining around here.
I had a interview for a job and they have been giving me the run around but as far as I can tell I'm the only one that the manager wants to hire. So as soon as he gets the go light from the store itself he'll give me a call.
So hopefully that works out soon.
That's all that's been going on around here.
School started today
I only have one more year to go and then I'll be done. So this time next year I'll be starting my semester of student teaching :-D Hooray!
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