I had a great childhood. If I could not be with my birth parents, I would have preferred to taken care of by my extended family. At last resort, should be a stranger.…
After a long year, I finally was back at La Semana, a week long adoption camp for kids from Latin American countries. After the joyous reunion hugs and hellos, I headed off to my classroom that I would be helping in. Glancing out the window I instantly knew that it was one of those picture perfect days. The sun already shining, and a cool breeze just strong enough to lightly brush through my hair. Back in the classroom however, the temperature was not so pleasant.…
Nothing Is Ever As It Seems “Why do you look so much older than everyone else's parents?” That was the question that I was always asking my parents. My mom, Bernadette and my dad, Michael are about 30 years older than the average parents of kids my age. One day, I got home from elementary school, and my mom decided to finally answer my question. “Chastity, you know how you always ask why we look older?…
It was January 4, 1997, during a terrible snowstorm that I decided it was time to start my life. My mother was forced to carry me for ten months, during which the doctors told her that she and I had not gained enough weight. The day my mother’s labor was induced she weighed 115 pounds. When I was born I was twenty-one and a half inches long and weighed only five pounds and fourteen ounces.…
There have been several events in my past that have personally impacted my life that shows how lives can be changed based on a deviant behavior related to drugs and alcohol. First, I want to say that I love my mother dearly. Unfortunately, some bad things happened as I was growing up, but these things have made me who I am today.…
With my heart about to beat out of my chest, I make my way down the long narrow hallway that takes me to the courtroom where my family is waiting . I remember seeing all of the yellow caution wet signs scattered down the hall, letting people know that they had just finished mopping the smooth white floors. As I stand in front of the tall wooden doors that separate me from the court room, I cant help but wonder what all could go wrong. Does my step dad really want to adopt me? Will the judge grant the adoption?…
My baby Carolina’s birth changed my life. Everything began on November 2, 2016 when the doctor told me I was positive for induction and he sent me to Hialeah Hospital to induct me because it was my last week of pregnancy and my baby Carolina had not been born yet. Besides, she would be my first baby and she would come overweight. After, I arrived to the hospital and the front desk lady told me there were no available rooms in the whole maternity area at that time. Therefore, I had to wait almost seven hours for a room to be vacated.…
1. Identify and describe three strengths in this draft? What a sweet story about adoption. You did a job describing the many questions that a young child would have about being adopted or adopting a new sister or brother.…
My brother went to live with his father, and my sister and I were adopted by our dads’ mother, our grandmother. An idealistic situation compared to what could have happened. We could have been adopted by anyone out there, but our…
If I hadn’t been adopted, I wouldn’t know where I would be. According to my mother, I would’ve most likely died from malnutrition. Therefore, I’d say that being adopted was one of the most, if not the most significant moment in my life. If I hadn’t, my life would be completely different, or maybe I wouldn’t have even lived.…
Securing a permanent and supportive family home has been associated with positive outcomes for foster care children (Barth, Crea, John, Thoburn, & Quinton, 2005; Triseliotis, 2000; Triselitotis, 2002), yet, the elevated occurrence of chronic emotional-behavioral problems among this population of children can alienate family members, destabilize family units, and result in up to 25% of adoptions being legally dissolved, often referred to as disrupted (Dorsey, Conover, & Revillion-Cox, 2014; Purvis, Cross, & Pennings, 2009). Researchers have found that stressors associated with adopting a foster care child and the risk of a damaging disruption can be militated, in part, through access to and participation in adoption services (Barth et al., 2005; Dorsey et al., 2014; Hartinger-Saunders, Trouteaud, Matos-Johnson, 2015; Hussey, Falletta, & Eng, 2012). While, family and individual counseling…
Mixed Up I didn’t start getting questions like “What are you” and “Are you an Oreo?” till I hit middle school, 6th grade to be exact. The first time I got asked these questions was from a young boy in my grade. I was confused as to what he was trying to ask me but I answered with “what do you mean?…
Then I froze she told me the news, I did not know what to feel, happy, sad. I couldn’t picture my future anymore, trying to figure out if my parents were going to resent me, what was Chad going to start to think about me. The good part is I have a little bit of time to figure things out before I show. A couple weeks went by I better find out what i’m going to do more or less tell people.…
It was clear to me that when my parents would decide to have a family of their own they would have to know how adapt to learning the importance of teaching their children important life lessons and values. I saw that my parents didn’t really teach me life lessons at a young age because they were always to busy and overwhelmed by working all day and coming home to not having that time frame to teach me about life and everything that involves in it. But once I informed them on why people had different skin color than I did, that is when their family roles of transitioning into becoming parents really kicked into gear for them. It affected me because I felt that I had trouble establishing relationships with other people because I was concerned of their appearances of not looking like me. At that moment in time, they were able to teach me the importance of having courtesy among people of different races.…
If my mom and dad would have never split up, my mom never would have met my step dad, who showed me that a man could love and care for a child as his own even if they aren’t blood. He spent time with me, bought me nice clothes and toys, and basically spoiled me my entire childhood. He always believed in me, and pushed me beyond my limits, because he saw potential in me. I do not think any less of him because he isn 't my real dad. Another reason I 'm thankful for the way I was raised, is that the home I spent most of my time at led me to believe that everything in life is easy and everyone can have nice possessions and go on fancy vacations, but I learned that was not the case.…