A while back, I saw my friends Fenton Slee and E over at Our Life Upstate discussing the new census on Twitter. The topic was the box that they had on there to check if the children living with you were adopted. Which as most of you may or may not know, strikes a deep chord with me. I am adopted, and I have been struggling with this situation my whole life. Slee is very opinionated, so I would expect her to be discussing this with E, who has 3 of the most beautiful children, 2 of which are adopted.
Usually, when people ask me about my being adopted, I am very open. Heck, ask me anything, go for it! Nothing makes me uneasy! Yes, they ARE my parents, no I don’t wanna know who gave birth to me, not do I care. Yes, I think I may be partially native american, and no I do not want to get a blood test.
So, on to the meat and potatoes of the post. When you are adopted, the whole lineage thing becomes a little skewed. When you go to a doctor, they ask you “what diseases run in your family”. I tell them that I am adopted, and I do not know, so please treat me like I have EVERYTHING in my family. Isn’t that how ALL patients SHOULD be treated? Just because no one dies of heart problems, shouldn’t you check for them anyways? And my mother even says that she NEVER told the insurance company when I was adopted that I was not “hers”. WHY would that make a difference? Would it CHANGE coverage just because I was born out of another woman’s womb, and not hers!?!??! I digress.
The situation with the census was a bit different. They will not even LOOK at those results for 46 years. I talked to my mother about it, and she brought up some good points. For one, marking the box is important for family historians. When you go back, and look for your family’s history, it is important to document who came from where. If my great grandchild wanted to do an ancestory project, or wondered why her skin is olive complection, but her second cousins were not, she could go look through old census records, and see that I was adopted, and that would answer that question. ON my mother’s side, her grandfather WAS adopted. By his grandparents. Which puts a HUGE hole in our family tree. Why? Because old census records show that he was THEIR child, and the only way we know he was NOT is because some one ancestor remembered, and passed along the story. But what if no one had passed that story along? We would have missed a whole generation of the family (his mother and father).
So tonight, I filled out my senses paperwork. And I checked the box. Yep, I checked it. Because I want to give my kids, and my kids kids, and on down the line a chance to really KNOW. Yep, I am adopted. Yep, I have parents. Yep, I am OK with that. And in all reality, it is only for the sake of accurate record keeping that that box it marked.
I would really appreciate comments on this post, it was a bit difficult for me to write. What are your thoughts? Opinions? I would love to hear where YOU stand on this whole thing!