If you’ve met me in real life you may have noticed I’m very open about being adopted. I don’t recall when my parents told me, I’ve just always known and there’s never been any negative connotations attached to it. The first question I get asked, without a doubt, is “So, do you want to find your real parents?”. I know what they meant to ask, so I always reply “Well I know my real parents, but I’ve never felt the need to find my biological parents.” I’d be surprised if the question hadn’t crossed your mind too, so if it has, this is for you.
My adoption story isn’t a sad one. My biological mother was a single Mum (which is culturally frowned upon in South Korea) who couldn’t afford to support herself and a child, so she wanted me to have a better life.
Everyone’s adoption story is different, but for me I’ve never felt like anything was missing. I had the most fulfilling and rewarding childhood from the most incredible parents and family anyone could hope for.
Truthfully, I’d never had any inclination to find my birth mother for these reasons up until a few years ago, when I witnessed my girlfriends have children and the powerful connection between a mother and her child. It wasn’t until then that I’d felt these new emotions stir within me, which took me by complete surprise. Even though I’ve never felt like anything was missing, I’d never stopped to wonder if she did? If she had ever wondered if I was ok, could I perhaps give her closure and peace? These are questions I don’t know the answers to, but if I was to meet her one day it would be for her sake rather than mine; to show her I’m happy and healthy, and to thank her from the bottom of my heart for letting me go.
This isn’t going to be part of this trip, but perhaps it will be in the near future for when I return 🦋