Adoption was not the same when I was a baby as it is now. My parents already had three boys and twelve years after the last son was born, they decided they really would like to have a little girl join their family. They had looked into adopting another little girl and almost adopted her. Then one morning at 4 a.m. the phone rang. My dad answered it and the voice on the other end said, “We have a little girl here. She is two days old. Do you want to come get her?” My dad said that he knew that the little girl the person on the phone was talking about was the little girl they had been waiting for. He told the voice on the phone that they would love to come get the little girl. My dad told me it was the best phone call he ever received, especially for 4 a.m.! That is how I became a member of my family.
My parents didn’t have anything for me because they were not expecting to get a baby as quickly as they did. The brought me home in a blanket from the hospital. I still have the blanket. I grew up always knowing that I was adopted, but I was never treated any differently because of it. My “giants” of brothers loved me, teased me, and always took care of me, regardless of the age difference. I call them giants because they are all over 6 feet tall. One being 6’8″. When I was little I would tell my friends I had giants for brothers. They are still so tall compared to my 5’2″ self.
Now that I have a family of my own, I know even more that I was meant to be with this family. My son’s eyes twinkle just like my dad’s. Neither one of them could tell a lie, it showed on their faces. My son even resembles my dad. My daughter never got to know my dad because he passed on before she was old enough to remember him. My mom played a vital part in my kids lives until she passed on a few years ago. They tease me because I say and do things just like her. I can’t help it, she is MY mom.
I know very little about my birth mom other than she was 16 and an only daughter in her family. Several times over the years when I was growing up, my mom would ask me if I was interested in finding my birth parents. My answer was and is the same, no. I know who I am. I know who my parents are. They are Fred and Doris Angus and they love me. I don’t need to find my birth parents because they were just the means for how I needed to get here and become apart of my true family.
Every year on my birthday my dad would share that story with me and tell me that he was grateful he listened to the small voice that told him I was the little girl for my mom and him. I am grateful he listened as well.
Adoption is a wonderful thing. So many children grow up in loving homes because of adoption. I am one of those children!