Love has no boundaries
Staff writer shares adoption journey
February 1, 2018
When I was little, I always felt a sense of security that came with being a part of a family. I knew that when school was over, my mom would be waiting in the parent pick-up line and my dad would get home shortly after I did. A day would never go by that I didn’t run out to his truck and meet him on his way inside. That was my life, and it was safe.
A few years later, after my parents divorced, my mom sat me down and told me we needed to have a mature conversation. I immediately thought back on every single bad thing I had ever done, because what else could that mean? Did she find out about me staying up past my bedtime? Little did I know, I would find out that I had been adopted at birth, and that I had a little sister that was adopted by a different family.
At first when my mom told me, I was angry. I felt betrayed, like I had been lied to my whole life. Being young, I couldn’t quite grasp the concept that being adopted by my parents was for my own good. I thought that maybe my parents didn’t love me as much as they would if we were related by blood, but I was theirs regardless.
My parents cared for me more than anything, and I know now that their love for me isn’t measured by blood. As I grew older, I slowly began to understand that sometimes God’s plan involves heartache and confusion, but everything will make sense in the end.
My biological little sister Jolie was adopted by another caring family, who went on to adopt a second child. Jolie was diagnosed with a rare heart condition at birth, and has since had multiple surgeries to keep her heart functioning. Had she not been adopted by her supportive parents, she may not have received the medical attention she needed.
Every year, 51,000 kids are put up for adoption in the U.S. alone. Only 59 percent of those children are actually adopted. Every child deserves a loving family. It is important to consider adoption when planning to start a family. Being adopted has impacted my life in many ways, but only for the better. It has allowed me to realize that love has nothing to do with bloodlines, but with the relationships made in my life.
Erika Cook • Feb 2, 2018 at 9:33 am
Great story Rylee! Seriously loved it!