The Conviction of Adoption
Many young children have misconceptions in life, these range from how babies are made, to whether or not heaven really is a castle in the clouds. Children often gain these through hearing one thing, and coming up with the cause on their own, often resulting in a very creative interpretation of what something is not. Children are prominently known to be the most creative and rambunctious people around, solely because they have not experienced life yet, they do not understand hardships, defeat, and heartbreak. The ideas that children preconceive about certain things are often based on not only their imagination, but the ideas which they have been offered, therefore leaving them to the best …show more content…
As a child, I had many preconceived notions about my life, one of the major ones had to do with my family. Often times I thought my half cousins were full cousins, my step-grandmother was my real grandmother, I somehow had three grandmas, and the fact that I was convinced I would someday marry my cousin Lucien, being fully unaware that was wrong. However, the most major misconception I had was that I thought I had been adopted because I have red hair and my mom has blonde, while my dad has very dark brown hair. Because of this conviction, I often victimized myself and saw myself as the odd-child-out, though enjoyed the fact that I was adopted. However, unlike many kids, I knew my adopted mom! It was my Aunt Lori, my dad’s sister, who also has red hair. I came to this conclusion because my siblings often joked about it, because of the color of my hair, and because I wanted so badly to live on a farm. However, I eventually found out the truth …show more content…
My occupation has, since then, changed, but at the time I thought this was just one more thing that revealed I was truly my Aunt Lori’s daughter. SHe lived on a farm, and I wanted so badly to grow up, get married, have a lot of kids, and live in a big farmhouse with chickens and cows. My AUnt Lori is a very funny person, she is full of life, and very stern. I thought this is what I would be like when I grew up. WIth all of these reasons, it seems I did not only want to be my Aunt Lori’s daughter, but rather, the more important thing that led me to this assumption was that I wanted to be like her. One reason for this is because I felt totally different from the rest of my family, as I was a very dramatic little girl, and the one person I could identify with was my Aunt Lori, who was also the odd one out. All of these similarities are for the most part not biological, but they still convinced me, being an uneducated child, that I was really an adopted child from my Aunt Lori, who couldn’t take care of me. I wasn’t mad at her for this, I always understood her position, but I felt this set me apart from the rest of my family, from the rest of the world, because that seems to be what I wanted so bad as a young girl. These connections kids draw are clearly different from the ones which older people understand, but to a child,